Virtue Immortal

A religious funeral poem by Welsh poet and priest George Herbert, with a message of salvation through virtue.

Virtue Immortal

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,

The bridall of the earth and skie;

The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;

For thou must die.


Sweet Rose, whose hue angrie and brave

Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,

Thy root is ever in its grave,

And all must die.


Sweet Spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,

A box where sweets compacted lie,

Thy musick shows ye have your closes,

And all must die.


Onely a sweet and vertuous soul,

Like seasoned timber, never gives;

But, though the whole world, turn to coal,

Then chiefly lives.


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