Thomas Traherne - In Making Bodies Love Could Not Express

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Thomas Traherne - In Making Bodies Love Could Not Express
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In making bodies Love could not express Itself, or art, unless it made them less O what a monster had in man been seen Had every thumb or toe a mountain been! What worlds must he devour when he did eat? What oceans drink! yet could not all his meat Or stature, make him like an angel shine ; Or make his Soul in Glory more Divine A Soul it is that makes us truly great Whose little bodies make us more complete An understanding that is infinite An endless, widе, and everlasting sight That can enjoy all things and nought еxclude Is the most sacred greatness may be viewed 'Twas inconvenient that his bulk should be An endless hill ; he nothing then could see: No figure have, no motion, beauty, place No colour, feature, member, light, or grace A body like a mountain is but cumber An endless body is but idle lumber: It spoils converse, and time itself devours While meat in vain, in feeding idle powers; Excessive bulk being most injurious found To those conveniences which men have crowned: His wisdom did His power here repress God made man greater while He made him less
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- Thomas Traherne