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[Nothing that e'r was made was made for nothing]

Nothing that e'r was made was made for nothing
Beasts for thy food, their skins were for thy clothing.
Flowers for thy smell, and hearbs for Cure good
Trees for thy shade, Their Fruit for pleasing Food:
The showers fall upon the fruitfull ground,
Whose kindly Dew makes tender Grasse abound,
The Grasse springs forth for beasts to feed upon,
And Beasts are food for Man: but Man alone
Is made to serve his Lord in all his wayes,
And be the Trumpet of his Makers praise:
Let Heav'n be then to me obdure as brasse,
The Earth as iron, unapt for graine or grasse,
Then let my Flocks consume, and never steed mee,
Let pinching Famine want wherewith to feed mee,
When I forget to honour thee, (my Lord)
Thy glorious Attributes, thy Workes, thy Word.
O let the Trump of thine eternall Fame,
Teach us to answer, Hallow'd be thy Name.