
George Herbert - Non-Music, Lyric Poem (Literature)
Praise-I by George Herbert Lyrics
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To write a verse or two is all the praise That I can raise: Mend my estate in any ways, Thou shalt have more. I go to Church; help me to wings, and I Will thither fly; Or, if I mount unto the sky, I will do more. Man is all weakness; there is no such thing As Prince or King: His arm is short; yet with a sling He may do more. An herb distill'd, and drunk, may dwell next door, On the same floor, To a brave soul: Exalt the poor, They can do more. O raise me then! poor bees, that work all day, Sting my delay, Who have a work, as well as they, And much, much more.
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Meaning of "Praise-I" by George Herbert
The narrator frames their devotional offering as a meager "verse or two," a limited "praise" that they hope will "mend" their "estate." This initial plea sets a tone of humility, suggesting a desire for divine intervention to improve their circumstances. The subsequent lines "Thou shalt have more" imply a conditional bargain, where greater offerings will follow if the initial request is granted, hinting at a transactional relationship with the divine. The lyrics present a striking contrast between human frailty and potential action. The narrator acknowledges "Man is all weakness; there is no such thing / As Prince or King," emphasizing inherent limitations. Yet, this is immediately followed by the assertion that "with a sling / He may do more," suggesting that even limited means can achieve significant results. This tension between perceived powerlessness and the capacity for unexpected accomplishment runs through the poem. A particularly interesting craft element is the recurring phrase "do more." It appears in relation to divine action, human action with a sling, and the potential of the "poor" when "exalt[ed]." This repetition underscores the central theme: that even with limited resources or perceived weakness, there is always the possibility of exceeding expectations. The image of "poor bees, that work all day" also serves as a potent metaphor for diligent effort, which the narrator feels is being hindered by their own "delay." Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics lies in their grounded, almost pragmatic approach to faith and aspiration. The narrator isn't seeking abstract spiritual enlightenment but tangible improvement, framed through a series of relatable comparisons. The poem’s power comes from its honest admission of human limitations juxtaposed with a persistent belief in the potential for greater achievement, urging for a spiritual or internal catalyst to "raise" them to that potential.
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