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Easter

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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Written by
George Herbert
1593-1633 / Welsh
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