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Easter

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I Wish You All a Wonderful EASTER 2024!

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Peter Carl Fabergé (1846–1920), Peter the Great Egg (1903)
Virginia Museum of Fine Arts, Richmond, Virginia, United States.

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George Herbert (1593-1633)
The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations (1633)
&#147;Easter Wings&#148;

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LORD, who createdst man in wealth and store,
        Though foolishly he lost the same,
                 Decaying more and more,
                        Till he became
                           Most poor:
                           With thee
                         O let me rise
                 As larks, harmoniously,
          And sing this day thy victories:
Then shall the fall further the flight in me.

My tender age in sorrow did begin:
    And still with sicknesses and shame
            Thou didst so punish sin,
                     That I became
                       Most thin.
                       With thee
                    Let me combine
        And feel this day thy victory
     For, if I imp my wing on thine,
Affliction shall advance the flight in me.

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And, if you are of another religion, atheist or agnostic, then...
I Wish You All The Very Best!