George Herbert’s “Easter Wings”

George Herbert: Easter Wings

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 this day Thy victorie;
For, if I imp my wing on Thine,
Affliction shall advance the flight in me.

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About Gene Veith

Professor of Literature at Patrick Henry College, the Director of the Cranach Institute at Concordia Theological Seminary, a columnist for World Magazine and TableTalk, and the author of 18 books on different facets of Christianity & Culture.

  • jgernander

    In my copy of George Herbert, your 1st 2 stanzas are one and your last two stanzas are one, and each of the two (longer) stanzas are printed in the shape of a chalice. Interesting, isn't it?

    Jerry Gernander

  • jgernander

    In my copy of George Herbert, your 1st 2 stanzas are one and your last two stanzas are one, and each of the two (longer) stanzas are printed in the shape of a chalice. Interesting, isn't it?

    Jerry Gernander

  • Veith

    The WordPress software messed up the appearance. All of the lines should be centered.

  • Veith

    The WordPress software messed up the appearance. All of the lines should be centered.


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