Poem by Robert Seymour Bridges

Shorter Poems. Book IV. 30. Laus Deo

Let praise devote thy work, and skill employ
Thy whole mind, and thy heart be lost in joy.
Well-doing bringeth pride, this constant thought
Humility, that thy best done is nought.
Man doeth nothing well, be it great or small,
Save to praise God; but that hath savèd all:
For God requires no more than thou hast done,
And takes thy work to bless it for his own.

1. Shorter Poems. Book III. 16. Song (I love my lady’s eyes)
2. Shorter Poems. Book III. 9. “A winter’s night with the snow about”
3. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 10. “O Love, my muse, how was’t for me”
4. Shorter Poems. Book III. 17. “Since thou, O fondest and truest”
5. Shorter Poems. Book V. 15. “The north wind came up yesternight”

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