Holiness on the Head

                Holiness on the head,

       Light and perfections on the breast,

Harmonious bells below, raising the dead

        To lead them unto life and rest:

               Thus are true Aarons drest.

               Profaneness in my head,

        Defects and darkness in my breast,

A noise of passions ringing me for dead

        Unto a place where is no rest:

               Poor priest, thus am I drest.

               Only another head

        I have, another heart and breast,

Another music, making live, not dead,

        Without whom I could have no rest:

               In him I am well drest.

               Christ is my only head,

        My alone-only heart and breast,

My only music, striking me ev'n dead,

        That to the old man I may rest,

               And be in him new-drest.

               So, holy in my head,

        Perfect and light in my dear breast,

My doctrine tun'd by Christ (who is not dead,

        But lives in me while I do rest),

               Come people; Aaron's drest.

                      --George Herbert

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