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March 29, 2012 By Fr. Spencer

GEORGE HERBERT

Above is Fr. George Herbert’s parish chapel Fugglestone St. Peter of Bemerton. Herbert was rector of Bemerton from 1630-1633 when he died of turburcolosis. He was 39 years old. Below are two of the poems we have considered at Wednesday School.

Easter

Rise heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing his praise
Without delays,
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 cross 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 Sun 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 suns to shine endeavour?
We count three hundred, but we miss:
There is but one, and that one ever.

 

Easter Wings

 

Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,

Though foolishly he lost the same,

Decaying more and more,

Till he became

Most poor:

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 begin

And still with sicknesses and shame.

Thou didst so punish sin,

That I became

Most thin.

With thee

Let me combine,

And feel thy victory:

For, if I imp my wing on thine,

Affliction shall advance the flight in me.

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