![]() ![]() The Sunne arising in the East, Though he give light, & th East perfume If they should offer to contest With thy arising, they presume. I got me flowers to straw thy way I got me boughs off many a tree: But thou wast up by break of day, And broughtst thy sweets along with thee. Consort both heart and lute, and twist a song Pleasant and long: Or, since all musick is but three parts 2 vied And multiplied, O let thy blessed Spirit bear a part, And make up our defects with his sweet art. His stretched sinews taught all strings, what key Is best to celebrate this most high day. The crosse taught all wood to resound his name, Who bore the same. Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part With all thy art. Sing his praise Without delayes, Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise With him mayst rise: That, as his death calcined 1 thee to dust, His life may make thee gold, and much more, just. George Herbert: Easter (1633) from The Temple (1633), by George Herbert: ![]()
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