Love Bade Me Welcome

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.

George Herbert

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