There, the whole day long, one's life is a perfect feast;
While up at a villa one lives, I maintain it, no more than a beast.
There, the whole day long, one's life is a perfect feast;
While up at a villa one lives, I maintain it, no more than a beast.
I see the whole design,
I, who saw power, see now love perfect too:
Perfect I call Thy plan:
Thanks that I was a man!
God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.
On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
God is the perfect poet.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories