Rise heart; thy Lord is risen

Rise heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing his praise
                                        Without delays,
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
                                        With him mayst rise:
That, as his death calcined thee to dust,
His life may make thee gold, and much more, just.

Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part
                                        With all thy art.
The cross taught all wood to resound his name,
                                        Who bore the same.
His stretched sinews taught all strings, what key
Is best to celebrate this most high day.

Consort both heart and lute, and twist a song
                                        Pleasant and long:
Or, since all music is but three parts vied
                                        And multiplied,
O let thy blessed Spirit bear a part,
And make up our defects with his sweet art.

– “Easter,” from The Temple, 1633, by George Herbert

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