Rise heart, thy Lord is risen. Sing his praise
Without delays,
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.
from George Herbert, "Easter"
Received on Tue Apr 11 08:57:28 2006
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