(George Herbert, Easter)
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 the 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.
23 March 2008
Christ is risen!
He is risen indeed, alleluia!