SWEET were the days, when thou didst lodge with Lot,
Struggle with Jacob, sit with Gideon,
Advise with Abraham, when thy power could not
Encounter Moses strong complaints and moan:
Thy words were then, Let me alone.
One might have sought and sound thee presently
At some fair oak, or bush, or cave, or well:
Is my God this way? No, they would reply;
He is to Sinai gone, as we heard tell:
List, ye may heare great Aarons bell.
George Herbert, The Works of George Herbert (London: George Routledge & Co., 1854), 99–100.
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