The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations/Easter Wings

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The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations
George Herbert

Easter-wings

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The poem appears, in landscape, on opposite pages in the book. As printed, the layout of the words was intended to resemble birds flying upwards with outstretched wings. To preserve a similar shape to the printed version, some lines have increased word spacing.

80528The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations — Easter-wingsGeorge Herbert

¶ Easter-wings.

Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,Though foolishly he lost the same,Decaying more and more,Till he becameMost poore:With theeO let me riseAs 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 shameThou didst so punish sinne,That I becameMost thinne.With theeLet me combine,And feel this day thy victorie:For, if I imp my wing on thine,Affliction shall advance the flight in me.