George Herbert DISCIPLINE. THROW away thy rod, Throw away thy wrath :                  O my God, Take the gentle path. For my hearts desire Unto thine is bent :                  I aspire To a full consent. Nor 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 Stonie hearts will bleed. Love is swift of foot ; Love's a man of warre,                  And can shoot, And can hit from farre. Who can scape his bow ? That which wrought on thee,                  Brought thee low, Needs must work on me. Throw away thy rod ; Though man frailties hath,                  Thou art God : Throw away thy wrath. Source: Herbert, George. The Poetical Works of George Herbert. New York: D. Appleton and Co., 1857. 228-229. to Works of George Herbert Site ©1996-2001 Anniina Jokinen. All Rights Reserved. Created by Anniina Jokinen on September 21, 1996. Last updated on July 1, 2001.