Poetry, VOLUME 1

George Herbert – Virtue – Poem

George Herbert Virtue Poem

 

VIRTUE
A Poem by George Herbert

 


SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridall of the earth and skie :
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ;
         For thou must die.

Sweet rose, whose hue angrie and brave
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,
Thy root is ever in its grave,
          And thou must die.

Sweet spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My musick shows ye have your closes,
           And all must die.

Onely a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like season’d timber, never gives ;
But though the whole world turn to coal,
          Then chiefly lives.

 



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C. Christopher Smith is the founding editor of The Englewood Review of Books. He is also author of a number of books, including most recently How the Body of Christ Talks: Recovering the Practice of Conversation in the Church (Brazos Press, 2019). Connect with him online at: C-Christopher-Smith.com


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