Easter Wings by George Herbett(1593-1633) 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 Olet me rise As larks,harmoniously, And sing this day thy victories: Then shall the fall further the fight in me. My tender age in sorrow did beginne: And still with sicknesses and shame Thou didst so punish sinne, That I became Most thinne. With thee Let me combine And feel this day thy victorie: For,if I imp my wing on thine Affiction shall advance the flight in me.Easter Wings by George Herbett(1593-1633)