"...Can there be any day but this,
Though many sunnes to shine endeavour?
We count three hundred, but we misse:
There is but one, and that one ever." 
from "Easter" in "The Temple" by George Herbert

"...With thee 
Let me combine, 
And feel this day thy victory; 
For, if I imp my wing on thine, 
Affliction shall advance the flight in me." 

from Easter Wings- by George Herbert