The Angelus. Jean-François Millet. 1859.



George Herbert


Thou hast given so much to me;

Give one thing more—a grateful heart.

See how thy beggar works on thee

By art.


He makes thy gifts occasion more,

And says, If he be in this crossed,

All thou hast giv’n him heretofore

Is lost.


But thou didst reckon, when at first

Thy word our hearts and hands did crave,

What it would come to at the worst

To save:


Perpetual knockings at thy door,

Tears sullying thy transparent rooms,

Gift upon gift. Much would have more

And comes.


This notwithstanding, thou wenst on

And didst allow us all our noise;

Nay, thou hast made a sigh and groan

Thy joys.


Not that thou hadst not still above

Much better tunes than groans can make,

But that these country-airs thy love

Did take.


Wherefore I cry and cry again,

And in no quiet thou canst be,

Till I a thankful heart obtain

Of thee—


Not thankful when it pleaseth me

(As if thy blessings had spare days),

But such a heart whose pulse may be

Thy praise.

2 thoughts on “Gratefulness”

  1. This poem is only too true! And as for the painting, I was just admiring it the other day in my art book!

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