Aflevering 'Easter Hymn' - Henry Vaughan

Leuk dat je luistert naar de allereerste aflevering van The Soul in Paraphrase. Het gedicht voor deze week is 'Easter Hymn' van Henry Vaughan (uit Silex Scintillans 1650): 'Death, and darkness get you packing, Nothing now to man is lacking, All your triumphs now are ended, And what Adam marred, is mended; Graves are beds now for the weary, Death a nap, to wake more merry; Youth now, full of pious duty, Seeks in thee for perfect beauty, The weak, and aged tired, with length Of days, from thee look for new strength, And infants with thy pangs contest As pleasant, as if with the breast; Then, unto him, who thus hath thrown Even to contempt thy kingdom down, And by his blood did us advance Unto his own inheritance, To him be glory, power, praise, From this, unto the last of days.' We zijn benieuwd naar wat je van deze podcast vindt. Laat het weten via Instagram (@the_soul_in_paraphrase) of via een review in je podcast-app. Bedankt!