Easter Wings (Featured poet Called George Herbert)

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Bluebell Books Twitter Club Thursday Short Story Slam Week 26

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.

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 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.