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 GEORGE HERBERT

Discipline

<HROW away Thy rod, Throw away Thy wrath ;

my God, Take the gentle path f

For my heart's desire Unto Thine is benf

1 aspire To a full consent.

Not a word or look I affect to own,

But by book, And Thy Book alone.

Though I fail, I weep; Though I halt in pace,

Yet I creep To the Throne of Grace.

Then let wrath remove ; Love will do the deed.

For with Love Stony hearts will bleed.

Love is swift of foot; Love 's a man of war, And can shoot, And can hit from far.

Who can 'scape his bow ? That which wrought on Thee,

Brought Thee low, Needs must work on me.

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