Wednesday is for Words: George Herbert

Rise heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing his praise
     Without delays,
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
      With him mayst rise:
That, as his death calcined thee to dust,
His life may  make thee gold, and much more just.


Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part
       With all thy art.
The cross taught all wood to resound his name,
        Who bore the same.
His stretched sinews taught all strings, what key
Is best to celebrate this most high day.


Consort both heart and lute, and twist a song
      Pleasant and long:
Or since all music is but three parts vied
      And multiplied;
Oh let thy blessed Spirit bear a part,
      And make up our defects with his sweet art.


                                               -- George Herbert, Easter I

The wood and strings waiting to best celebrate Easter.