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.

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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