EASTER WINGS - Florence Kiper Frank Poems

 
 

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EASTER WINGS

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 thy victorie:
      For, if I imp my wing on thine,
Affliction shall advance the flight in me.