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George Herbert

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

        O let me rise

      As larks, harmoniously,

   And sing this day thy victories:

Then shall the fall further the flight 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,

Affliction shall advance the flight in me.

J. Henry Shorthouse, ed., The Temple, Sacred Poems 

and Private Ejaculations by George Herbert

(London: T. Fisher Unwin, 1882) 34-35.