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He Is Not Here, by Walter RaneTHE DAWNING
by George Herbert
Awake, sad heart, whom sorrow ever drowns;
Take up thine eyes, which feed on earth;
Unfold thy forehead gathered into frowns:
Thy Savior comes, and with him mirth:
Awake, awake:
And with a thankful heart his comforts take.
But thou dost still lament, and pine and cry;
And feel his death, but not his victory.
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 dry thine eyes:
Christ left his grave-clothes, that we might, when grief
Draws tears, or blood, not want an handkerchief.
by George Herbert
Awake, sad heart, whom sorrow ever drowns;
Take up thine eyes, which feed on earth;
Unfold thy forehead gathered into frowns:
Thy Savior comes, and with him mirth:
Awake, awake:
And with a thankful heart his comforts take.
But thou dost still lament, and pine and cry;
And feel his death, but not his victory.
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 dry thine eyes:
Christ left his grave-clothes, that we might, when grief
Draws tears, or blood, not want an handkerchief.
7 comments:
Oh! I love that painting.
Gorgeous! I love that Walter Rane painting, and the poem you chose. I especially respond to these lines:
Thy Savior comes, and with him mirth.
Arise, arise: And with his burial-linen dry thine eyes:
Stunning imagery.
Thank you.
Happy Easter! Have a joyous Easter holiday period.
Is that a painting? Oh my gosh I thought it was a sculpture. Fabulous
Beautiful.
So gorgeous.
Thanks for that lovely poem and painting. Needed that this morning.