English Literature. George Herbert's "Man"

GEORGE HERBERT'S
"TIME"  

My God, I heard this day

That none doth build a stately habitation

         But he that means to dwell therein.

         What house more stately hath there been,

Or can be, than is man, to whose creation

                All things are in decay?

                For man is ev'ry thing,

And more: he is a tree, yet bears more fruit;

         A beast, yet is, or should be, more;

         Reason and speech we only bring;

Parrots may thank us if they are not mute,

                They go upon the score.

                Man is all symmetry,

Full of proportions, one limb to another,

         And all to all the world besides;

         Each part may call the furthest brother,

For head with foot hath private amity,

                And both with moons and tides.

                Nothing hath got so far

But man hath caught and kept it as his prey;

         His eyes dismount the highest star;

         He is in little all the sphere;

Herbs gladly cure our flesh, because that they

                Find their acquaintance there.

                For us the winds do blow,

The earth doth rest, heav'n move, and fountains flow.

         Nothing we see but means our good,

         As our delight, or as our treasure;

The whole is either our cupboard of food,

                Or cabinet of pleasure.

                The stars have us to bed;

Night draws the curtain, which the sun withdraws;

         Music and light attend our head;

         All things unto our flesh are kind

In their descent and being; to our mind

                In their ascent and cause.

                Each thing is full of duty;

Waters united are our navigation;

         Distinguished, our habitation;

         Below, our drink; above, our meat;

Both are our cleanliness. Hath one such beauty?

                Then how are all things neat!

                More servants wait on man

Than he'll take notice of; in ev'ry path

         He treads down that which doth befriend him,

         When sickness makes him pale and wan.

Oh mighty love! Man is one world, and hath

                Another to attend him.

                Since then, my God, thou hast

So brave a palace built, O dwell in it,

         That it may dwell with thee at last!

         Till then, afford us so much wit,

That, as the world serves us, we may serve thee,

                And both thy servants be.

In the poem the Man is glorified, in God, Man finds its resistance, there is in man's soul. The conceit shows us dwelling place, and the best image of God at the same time. 

The man is seen as a soul, as a free will, the owner of the free will and master of his choice, as a representative of a power of mind, a rational creature, which has got blood, upright, vertical position, is compared to a tree. 

The man, the hero of this poem is privileged, the animals have got instinct, the Man is much more gifted. But it is not always graced, it is much often disgraced by its behavior, speech, bad deeds. 

Nonetheless, the Man symbolizes perfection, harmony, even though One can easily be contaminated by illnesses, One can also be cured. 

The environment the Man lives in has been created especially for him, surrounded by the Nature, the Man takes whatever One wants to, communicates with it, there is a symbiosis. There is peaceful night, and busy, full of surprises day.

There is a group of friends, the Man is not alone, One has got counterparts, reliable enough to count for. 

The earthly living is just a part of existence, one part of One's life, there is also a spiritual part.

Man and God live in so-called community, integrity, mutual understanding.