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My stock lies dead and no increase Doth my dull husbandry improve: O let thy graces without cease Drop from above! If still the sun should hide his face, Thy house would but a dungeon prove, Thy works, night's captives: O let grace Drop from above! The dew doth ev'ry morning fall; And shall the dew outstrip thy dove? The dew, for which grass cannot call, Drop from above. Death is still working like a mole, And digs my grave at each remove: Let grace work too, and on my soul Drop from above. Sin is still hammering my heart Unto a hardness, void of love: Let suppling grace, to cross his art, Drop from above. O come! for thou dost know the way. Or if to me thou wilt not move, Remove me, where I need not say, 'Drop from above.'

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Meaning of "Grace" by George Herbert

The narrator paints a bleak picture of stagnation and spiritual barrenness, where worldly efforts yield nothing. Their "stock lies dead and no increase," and their "dull husbandry" offers no improvement. This sense of being stuck and unproductive sets a somber, almost desperate tone, immediately establishing a need for external intervention. The repeated plea, "O let thy graces without cease / Drop from above!" acts as a desperate refrain, highlighting the narrator's perceived inability to generate their own spiritual or material growth. The central tension arises from the stark contrast between the natural world's effortless renewal and the narrator's own spiritual decay. While the sun might hide, the dew still falls, and even the grass, which cannot actively "call" for it, receives this blessing. The narrator questions why this natural abundance shouldn't extend to them, especially when "Death is still working like a mole" and "Sin is still hammering my heart." This highlights a profound spiritual struggle, where negative forces are actively destructive while the narrator feels passive and unable to counteract them. The most striking craft element is the persistent, almost hypnotic repetition of "Drop from above!" This phrase anchors the entire plea, emphasizing the narrator's belief that salvation or improvement can only come from a higher power, not from within. The imagery of death as a "mole" and sin as a "hammer" are potent, visceral metaphors for relentless, destructive forces. The narrator's final desperate wish, "Remove me, where I need not say, / 'Drop from above,'" reveals a profound weariness, suggesting that if grace cannot be received, perhaps oblivion or a state of grace already achieved is preferable. These lyrics resonate because they articulate a deeply human feeling of helplessness against overwhelming forces, both internal and external. The careful construction, particularly the contrast between natural processes and the narrator's spiritual inertia, makes the plea for divine "grace" feel both urgent and earned. The concluding lines offer a chilling, yet understandable, expression of exhaustion with the struggle, making the narrator's desire for release palpable.

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