George Herbert

(3 April 1593 – 1 March 1633 / Montgomery, Wales)

The Dawning - Poem by George Herbert

Awake, sad heart, whom sorrow ever drowns ;
Take up thine eyes, which feed on earth ;
Unfold thy forehead, gathered into frowns ;
Thy Saviour comes, and with Him mirth :
Awake, awake,
And with a thankful heart His comforts take.
But thou dost still lament, and pine, and cry,
And feel His death, but not His victory.

Arise, sad heart ; if thou dost not withstand,
Christ's resurrection thine may be ;
Do not by hanging down break from the hand
Which, as it riseth, raiseth thee :
Arise, Arise;
And with His burial linen drie thine eyes.
Christ left His grave-clothes, that we might, when grief
Draws tears or blood, not want a handkerchief.


Comments about The Dawning by George Herbert

  • Joshua Adeyemi (4/16/2017 4:20:00 PM)


    'Arise sad soul'...
    And give strife blow...
    Kindle thou the fire of love....
    By God that no being can shove.
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  • Brian Jani (5/3/2014 3:23:00 AM)


    Very good poem, it flows with the title (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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