Love bade me welcome Print
By George Herbert   
Friday, 27 April 2012

LOVE bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,    
     Guilty of dust and sin.      
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack        
     From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning                
     If I lack’d anything.          
‘A guest,’ I answer’d, ‘worthy to be here:’   
    Love said, ‘You shall be he.’          
‘I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,        
     I cannot look on Thee.’       
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,    
     ‘Who made the eyes but I?’          
‘Truth, Lord; but I have marr’d them: let my shame 
     Go where it doth deserve.’           
‘And know you not,’ says Love, ‘Who bore the blame?’       
     ‘My dear, then I will serve.’         
‘You must sit down,’ says Love, ‘and taste my meat.’        
     So I did sit and eat.


Other Articles By This Author