Sunday, March 31, 2013

Happy Easter

Easter Wings by George Herbert
Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,
     Though foolishly he lost the same,
           Decaying more and more,
               Till he became
                    Most poore:
                    With thee
                O let me rise
          As larks, harmoniously,
     And sing this day thy victories:
Then shall the fall further the flight in me.

My tender age in sorrow did beginne
     And still with sicknesses and shame.
          Thou didst so punish sinne,
               That I became
                     Most thinne.
                     With thee
                Let me combine,
           And feel thy victorie:
      For, if I imp my wing on thine,
Affliction shall advance the flight in me.






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