Monday, August 13, 2012

The Dawning


by George Herbert (1593-1633)


Awake sad heart, whom sorrow ever drowns;
      Take up thine eyes, which feed on earth;
Unfold thy forehead gather’d into frowns:
      Thy Saviour comes, and with him mirth:
                        Awake, awake;
And with a thankfull heart his comforts take.
      But thou dost still lament, and pine, and crie;
      And feel his death, but not his victorie.

Arise sad heart; if thou dost not withstand,
      Christ's resurrection thine may be:
Do not by hanging down break from the hand,
      Which as it riseth, raiseth thee:
                        Arise, Arise;
And with his buriall-linen drie thine eyes:
      Christ left his grave-clothes, that we might, when grief
      Draws tears, or bloud, not want an handkerchief.