George Herbert (1593-1633)
Though foolishly he lost the same,
Decaying more and more,
Till he became
O let me rise
As larks, harmoniously,
And sing this day thy victories:
My tender age in sorrow did beginne
And still with sicknesses and shame.
Thou didst so punish sinne,
That I became
Let me combine,
Affliction shall advance the flight in me.
*Turned counter clockwise, these should appear to be two sets of wings in flight…yours and the Lords!