A Lenten Look at Love

During the Gregorian Chant Mass, Fr. Penna reflected on the magnificent poem “Love” by the English poet and clergyman, George Herbert (1593-1633). What follows is the text of the poem and a beautiful image of the Corpus crafted by Gregory Furmancyk that hangs in Newman College.

George Herbert (1633)

Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
If I lack’d any thing.

A guest, I answer’d, worthy to be here:
Love said, you shall be he.
I the unkind, 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 marr’d 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