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__the Best Poem Ever__ by, Edric S.Memser

Easter Wings by, George Herbert

Lord, who createdst man wealth and store Though foolishly he lost the same Decaying more and more Till he became Most poor With Three O Let me rise As, larks harmoniously And sing this day victorious Then shall the further the flight in me.

My tender age in sorrow did begin: And still with sickness and shame Thou did'st punish sin That I became Most thin Let me become And feel thy victory: For,if I imp my wing thine Affliction shall advance the flight in me.