Sunday, April 4, 2010

Then shall the fall further the flight in me.

Many of you know that my dear husband is writing his dissertation on the poetry of George Herbert (1593–1633). Here's a beautiful little sample of his poetry for this Easter Sunday:
 
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Easter Wings
by George Herbert

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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Herbert originally published the poem sideways like this:
(See the wings?)

1 comment:

Bev Atwood said...

Very cool poetry. And sorry about the mice.

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