Thursday, May 26, 2011

George Herbert for Eastertide


I got me flowers to straw Thy way,
   I got me boughs off many a tree;
But Thou was 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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