Easter

"...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