LORD, who createdst man in wealth and store,
\n Though foolishly he lost the same,
\n Decaying more and more,
\n Till he became
\n Most poore:
\n With thee
\n O let me rise
\n As larks, harmoniously,
\n And sing this day thy victories:
\nThen shall the fall further the flight in me.<\/p>\n
My tender age in sorrow did beginne:
\n And still with sicknesses and shame
\n Thou didst so punish sinne,
\n That I became
\n Most thinne.
\n With thee
\n Let me combine,
\n And feel this day thy victorie:
\n For, if I imp my wing on thine,
\nAffliction shall advance the flight in me.<\/p>\n
–George Herbert (1593-1633) <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
LORD, who createdst man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poore: With thee O let me rise As larks, harmoniously, And sing this day thy victories: Then shall…<\/span><\/p>\n