Easter
Rise, heart! thy Lord is risen. Sing His praise without delays,
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise with Him may‘st rise:
That, as His death calcinèd 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 cross taught all wood to resound His name, Who bore the same.
His stretchèd 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,
Oh, let Thy blessed Spirit bear a part,
And make up our defects with His sweet art.
–George Herbert
Comments
dan keller (Apr 15, 2009)
Ooooooooo. George Herbert. He gets to me all the time. Good choice!!!