The Pursuit
LORD
!
what
a
busy,
restless
thing
Hast
Thou
made
man
!
Each
day
and
hour
he
is
on
wing,
Rests
not
a
span
;
Then
having
lost
the
sun
and
light,
By
clouds
surpris'd,
He
keeps
a
commerce
in
the
night
With
air
disguis'd.
Hadst
Thou
given
to
this
active
dust
A
state
untir'd,
The
lost
son
had
not
left
the
husk,
Nor
home
desir'd.
That
was
Thy
secret,
and
it
is
Thy
mercy
too
;
For
when
all
fails
to
bring
to
bliss,
Then
this
must
do.
Ah,
Lord
!
and
what
a
purchase
will
that
be,
To
take
us
sick,
that
sound
would
not
take
Thee
!
Henry Vaughan
Henry Vaughan, (born April 17, 1622, Llansantffraed, Breconshire, Wales—died April 23, 1695, Llansantffraed), Anglo-Welsh poet and mystic remarkable for the range and intensity of his spiritual intuitions. Educated at Oxford and studying law in London, Vaughan was recalled home in 1642 when the first Civil War broke out, and he remained there the rest of his life.