Easter, by George Herbert
Rise heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing his praiseWithout delays,Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewiseWith him mayst rise:That, as his death calcined thee to dust,His life may
Rise heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing his praiseWithout delays,Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewiseWith him mayst rise:That, as his death calcined thee to dust,His life may
Moist with one drop of thy blood, my dry soulShall (though she now be in extreme degreeToo stony hard, and yet too fleshly,) beFreed by that drop, from being starved,
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