Easter

George HerbertGeorge Herbert

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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.Yet though my flowers be lost, they say
  A heart can never come too late;
Teach it to sing Thy praise this day,
  And then this day my life shall date.
George Herbert
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George Herbert

1593 - 1633/WelshGeorge Herbert was a Welsh poet, orator and priest. Throughout his life he wrote religious poems characterized by a precision of language, a metrical versatility, and an ingenious use of imagery or conceits that was favoured by the metaphysic…

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