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 make thee gold, and, much more, just.
George Herbert (April 3, 1593 March 1, 1633) was an English poet and orator. Despite living for only 40 years, his stock as a poet has risen and risen. The poems of his final years, written while as a clergyman at Bemerton near Salisbury, are like nothing else in literature. They combine a profound spirituality with a restless experimentation. Their language remains fresh and inspiring today.
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