His Dream

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Title:     His Dream
Author: (Poet) Robert Herrick [More Titles by Herrick]

I dreamt, last night, Thou didst transfuse
Oil from Thy jar into my cruse;
And pouring still Thy wealthy store,
The vessel full did then run o'er;
Methought I did Thy bounty chide
To see the waste; but 'twas replied
By Thee, dear God, God gives man seed
Ofttimes for waste, as for his need.
Then I could say that house is bare
That has not bread and some to spare.

[The end]
(Poet) Robert Herrick's poem: His Dream

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