Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Easter Wings (Featured poet Called George Herbert)

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Lord, who created men in wealth and store,
Though foolishly he lost the same,
Decaying more and more
Till he became
Most poor:
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 begin:
And still with sicknesses and shame
thou did'st so punish sin,
That I became
Most thin,
With thee
let me combine
And feel thy victory:
For, if I imp my wing on thine
Affliction shall advance the flight in me.