George Herbert

(3 April 1593 – 1 March 1633 / Montgomery, Wales)

Bitter-Sweet - Poem by George Herbert

Ah, my dear angry Lord,
Since thou dost love, yet strike;
Cast down, yet help afford;
Sure I will do the like.

I will complain, yet praise;
I will bewail, approve;
And all my sour-sweet days
I will lament and love.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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