EASTER
by George Herbert
Rise, heart, thy Lord is risen. Sing his praise
...............Without delays,
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
...............With him may'st rise:
That, as his death calcin?d thee to dust,
His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.
Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part
...............With all thy art,
The cross taught all wood to resound his name
...............Who bore the same.
His stretch?d sinews taught all strings what key
Is best to celebrate this most high day.
Consort, both heart and lute, and twist a song
...............Pleasant and long;
Or, since all music is but three parts vied
...............And multiplied
Oh let thy bless?d Spirit bear a part,
And make up our defects with his sweet art.