George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт))

The Dawning

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 thankful 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 burial linen drie thine eyes.
    Christ left his grave-clothes, that we might, when grief
    Draws tears, or bloud, not want a handkerchief.

1. Love (Immortal Love, authour of this great frame)
2. The Thanksgiving
3. Jordan
4. Charms and Knots
5. Joseph's Coat

Henry Vaughan (Генри Воэн) The Dawning ("Ah! what time wilt Thou come? when shall that cry")

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