Love Bade Me Welcome

Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lacked anything.
'A guest,’ I answered, ‘worthy to be here;’
Love said, ‘You shall be he.’

'I, the unkind, the ungrateful? Ah my dear,
I cannot look on Thee.’
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
’Who made the eyes but I?’
'Truth, Lord, but I have marred them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.’
'And know you not,’ says Love, ‘who bore the blame?’
’My dear, then I will serve.’
'You must sit down,’ says Love, ‘and taste My meat.’
So I did sit and eat.

—George Herbert (1593-1633)