George Herbert THE TEMPER. (II) IT cannot be.   Where is that mightie joy,         Which just now took up all my heart ?         Lord !  if thou must needs use thy dart, Save that, and me ;  or sin for both destroy. The grosser world stands to thy word and art ;         But thy diviner world of grace         Thou suddenly dost raise and race, And ev'ry day a new Creatour art. O fix thy chair of grace, that all my powers         May also fix their reverence :         For when thou dost depart from hence, They grow unruly, and sit in thy bowers. Scatter, or binde them all to bend to thee :         Though elements change, and heaven move ;         Let not thy higher Court remove, But keep a standing Majestie in me. Source: Herbert, George. The Poetical Works of George Herbert. New York: D. Appleton and Co., 1857. 68. to Works of George Herbert Site ©1996-2001 Anniina Jokinen. All Rights Reserved. Created by Anniina Jokinen on January 16, 1997. Last updated on July 31, 2001.