Easter Wings (Crys Armbrust)
- Editor: Crys Armbrust (submitted 2017-04-09). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 115 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
First published: 2017
Original text and translations
Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,
though foolishly he lost the same,
decaying more and more,
till he became
with thee, O let me rise
As larks, harmoniously,
and sing this day thy victorie:
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
With thee let me combine,
and feel thy victory:
for, if I imp my wing on thine,
Affliction shall advance the flight in me.