George Herbert on Easter

EASTER.

RISE heart ; thy Lord is risen. Sing his praise
Without delayes,
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
With him mayst rise :
That, as his death calcined thee to dust,
His life may make thee gold, and much more just.

Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part
With all thy art.
The crosse taught all wood to resound his name
Who bore the same.
His stretched sinews taught all strings, what key
Is best to celebrate this most high day.

Consort both heart and lute, and twist a song
Pleasant and long :
Or since all music is but three parts vied,
And multiplied ;
O let thy blessed Spirit bear a part,
And make up our defects with his sweet art.

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 brought’st thy sweets along with thee.

The Sunne arising in the East,
Though he give light, and th’ East perfume ;
If they should offer to contest
With thy arising, they presume.

Can there be any day but this,
Though many sunnes to shine endeavour ?
We count three hundred, but we misse :
There is but one, and that one ever.

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    Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day,
    Didst make thy triumph over death and sin:
    And having harrow’d hell, didst bring away
    Captivity thence captive, us to win:
    This joyous day, dear Lord, with joy begin,
    And grant that we for whom thou diddest die,
    Being with thy dear blood clean wash’d from sin,
    May live for ever in felicity.
    And that thy love we weighing worthily,
    May likewise love thee for the same again:
    And for thy sake, that all like dear didst buy,
    With love may one another entertain.
    So let us love, dear love, like as we ought,
    Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.

    [Edmund Spenser, Amoretti]

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    Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day,
    Didst make thy triumph over death and sin:
    And having harrow’d hell, didst bring away
    Captivity thence captive, us to win:
    This joyous day, dear Lord, with joy begin,
    And grant that we for whom thou diddest die,
    Being with thy dear blood clean wash’d from sin,
    May live for ever in felicity.
    And that thy love we weighing worthily,
    May likewise love thee for the same again:
    And for thy sake, that all like dear didst buy,
    With love may one another entertain.
    So let us love, dear love, like as we ought,
    Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.

    [Edmund Spenser, Amoretti]

  • Veith

    Spenser! Another great, great Christian poet that hardly anyone reads anymore, but should.

  • Veith

    Spenser! Another great, great Christian poet that hardly anyone reads anymore, but should.


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