Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO GOD, ON HIS SICKNESS, by ROBERT HERRICK


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First Line: What though my harp, and viol be
Last Line: To spring; though now a wither'd flower.
Subject(s): God


What though my Harp, and Violl be
Both hung upon the Willow-tree?
What though my bed be now my grave,
And for my house I darknesse have?
What though my healthfull dayes are fled,
And I lie numbred with the dead?
Yet I have hope, by Thy great power,
To spring; though now a wither'd flower.





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