Teach me, my God and King,
      In all things Thee to see,
   And what I do in anything
      To do it as for Thee.
      Not rudely, as a beast,
      To run into an action;
   But still to make Thee prepossest,
      And give it his perfection.
      A man that looks on glass,
     On it may stay his eye;
  Or it he pleaseth, through it pass,
     And then the heav'n espy.
     All may of Thee partake:
     Nothing can be so mean,
  Which with his tincture--"for Thy sake"--
     Will not grow bright and clean.
     A servant with this clause
     Makes drudgery divine:
  Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws,
     Makes that and th' action fine.
     This is the famous stone
     That turneth all to gold;
  For that which God doth touch and own
     Cannot for less be told.
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Comments1Read this Herbert poem a while back. Didn't enjoy it much. Remember the bit about sweeping a room. Meh.