'Easter Hymn' - Henry Vaughan

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<p>Het gedicht voor deze week is &#39;Easter Hymn&#39; van Henry Vaughan (uit <em>Silex Scintillans </em>1650):</p>

<p>&#39;Death, and darkness get you packing,<br>Nothing now to man is lacking,<br>All your triumphs now are ended,<br>And what Adam marred, is mended;<br>Graves are beds now for the weary,<br>Death a nap, to wake more merry;<br>Youth now, full of pious duty,<br>Seeks in thee for perfect beauty,<br>The weak, and aged tired, with length<br>Of days, from thee look for new strength,<br>And infants with thy pangs contest<br>As pleasant, as if with the breast;<br>Then, unto him, who thus hath thrown<br>Even to contempt thy kingdom down,<br>And by his blood did us advance<br>Unto his own inheritance,<br>To him be glory, power, praise,<br>From this, unto the last of days.&#39;</p>

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