EASTER
by: George Herbert (1593-1632)
- 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.
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- 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.
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