Wednesday, February 27, 2013

FEAST OF GEORGE HERBERT - PRIEST AND POET

A Wreath

A wreathed garland of deserved praise,
Of praise deserved, unto thee I give,
I give to thee, who knowest all my wayes,
My crooked winding wayes, wherein I live,
Wherein I die, not live: for life is straight,
Straight as a line, and ever tends to thee,
To thee, who art more farre above deceit,
Then deceit seems above simplicitie.
Give me simplicitie, that I may live,
So live and like, that I may know thy wayes,
Know them and practise them: then shall I give
For this poore wreath, give thee a crown of praise.

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3 comments:

  1. AnonymousFebruary 28, 2013 at 6:13 AM

    O, beautiful, great, shining circle! Thank you, Grandmère for posting this.
    Blessings, Laurel

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  2. motherameliaFebruary 28, 2013 at 8:11 AM

    I love Herbert's poetry. It soars.

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  3. June ButlerFebruary 28, 2013 at 8:37 AM

    Thank you. Each time I read the poem/prayer, it seems more lovely than before.

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