[Intro] (instrumental: sparse clean electric guitar, slow single-stroke kick drum, warm bass drone) (soft vocal hum, barely audible) [Verse 1] (whispered, intimate delivery) When God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, "Let us," said he, "pour on him all we can. Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie, Contract into a span." [Verse 2] (build slightly: gentle cello enters, guitar arpeggio) So strength first made a way; Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure. When almost all was out, God made a stay, Perceiving that, alone of all his treasure, Rest in the bottom lay. [Chorus] (vocal slightly more present, but still restrained) "For if I should," said he, "Bestow this jewel also on my creature, He would adore my gifts instead of me, And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature; So both should losers be." [Verse 3] (strip back to guitar + vocal, sparse) "Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness; Let him be rich and weary, that at least, If goodness lead him not, yet weariness..." [Bridge] (instrumental swell: cello melody, subtle reverb bloom, drums hold back) (pause) [music drops to near-silence] "...yet weariness..." (softly, repeated) May toss him... to my breast... [Chorus] (full arrangement enters slowly: layered guitars, warm bass, restrained drums, cello counter-melody) "For if I should," said he, "Bestow this jewel also on my creature, He would adore my gifts instead of me, And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature; So both should losers be." [Outro] (gradual fade: guitar motif repeats, cello holds a low note, drums dissolve) Let him be rich... and weary... Yet weariness... May toss him... To my breast... (fade to near-silence, final guitar note rings out)
