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主啊!你造的人
  是一个多么匆忙不安靜?
每天,每时他都在飞来飞去,
  沒有片刻的安宁:
他失去了太阳和光
  因为阴云突起;
他在暗夜也作生意,
  借夜色的隐蔽;
你岂曾给这活跃的尘土
  长久不休不罢,
浪子不厌倦离开荳荚
  不曾想望回家;
那原是你的隐祕
  也是你的怜悯,
当一切都无法使他得福,
  然后这必定成就。
噢,主啊!那是何等的代价
使我们经过疾苦,健康时不肯对你接受?

 

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 surprised;
He keeps a Commerce in the night
  With air disguised;
Hadst thou given to this active dust
  A state untired,
The lost Son had not left the husk
  Nor home desired;
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(1621-1695)
Welsh metaphysical poet

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