Easter Changes Everything!
Rise heart; thy Lord is risen.
Sing his praise without delayes,
Who takes thee by the hand,
that thou likewise with him may'st rise;
That, as his death calcined thee to dust,
His life may make thee gold, and much more, just.
Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part with all thy art.
The crosse taught all wood to resound his name, who bore the same.
His stretched sinews taught all strings, what key
Is the best to celebrate this most high day.
Consort both heart and lute, and twist a song pleasant and long;
Or since all musick is but three parts vied and multiplied.
O let thy blessed Spirit bear a part,
And make up our defects with his sweet art.
|The Resurrection: The Angel Rolling Away the Stone From the Sepulchre William Blake, ca 1808|
Photo and Illustrations:
Blake image, collections.vam.ac.uk, Victoria and Albert Museum, London
George Herbert (1593-1633) from his poem, Easter, "Five Mystical Songs," Ralph Vaughan Williams, wikipedia.com