IZAAK WALTON AND HIS FRIENDS 235 



So strength first made a way ; 

 Then beauty flow'd, then wisdom, honour, pleasure; 

 When almost all was out, God made a stay, 

 Perceiving that alone of all His treasure, 

 Rest in the bottom lay. 



For if I should (said He) 

 Bestow this jewel also on My creature, 

 He would adore My gifts instead of Me, 

 And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature : 

 So both should losers be. 



Yet let him keep the rest, 

 But keep them with repining restlessness : 

 Let him be rich and weary, that at least, 

 If goodness lead him not, yet weariness 

 May toss him to My breast. 



Discipline 



Throw away Thy rod, 

 Throw away Thy wrath 



my God, 

 Take the gentle path. 



For my heart's desire 

 Unto Thine is bent : 



1 aspire 



To a full consent. 



