George Herbert. 1593-1632
282. Easter
1 min to read 62 words
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.
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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George Herbert. 1593-1632
283. Discipline
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