I got me boughs off many a tree:
But thou wast up by break of day,
And brought’st thy sweets along with thee.
The sun arising in the East,
Though he give light, & th’ East perfume;
If they should offer to contest
With thy arising, they presume.
Can there be any day but this,
Though many suns to shine endeavour?
We count three hundred, but we miss:
There is but one, and that one ever.
-from Easter, by George Herbert
Peace of Christ to you,