Lord, Who createdst man in

In reply to Live from the Overlook Hotel:

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.

Easter Wings -- George Herbert