David Given Schwarm

THE LORD: Therein thou’rt free, according to thy merits;The like of thee have never moved My hate.Of all the bold, denying Spirits,The waggish knave least trouble doth create.Man’s active nature, flagging, seeks too soon the level;Unqualified repose he learns to crave;Whence, willingly, the comrade him I gave,Who works, excites, and must create, as Devil.J. W.…