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.
       
      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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