
George Herbert - Non-Music, Lyric Poem (Literature)
The British Church by George Herbert Lyrics
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I joy, dear mother, when I view Thy perfect lineaments, and hue Both sweet and bright. Beauty in thee takes up her place, And dates her letters from thy face, When she doth write. A fine aspect in fit array, Neither too mean nor yet too gay, Shows who is best. Outlandish looks may not compare, For all they either painted are, Or else undress'd. She on the hills which wantonly Allureth all, in hope to be By her preferr'd, Hath kiss'd so long her painted shrines, That ev'n her face by kissing shines, For her reward. She in the valley is so shy Of dressing, that her hair doth lie About her ears; While she avoids her neighbour's pride, She wholly goes on th' other side, And nothing wears. But, dearest mother, what those miss, The mean, thy praise and glory is And long may be. Blessed be God, whose love it was To double-moat thee with his grace, And none but thee.
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Meaning of "The British Church" by George Herbert
These lyrics open with a speaker's profound admiration for a "dear mother," praising her "perfect lineaments, and hue." This figure embodies an ideal balance, described as "Neither too mean nor yet too gay." The speaker's joy is palpable, celebrating a beauty so inherent it seems to define the very concept of beauty itself. The central tension emerges as the speaker contrasts this beloved mother with two other figures, both deemed "outlandish." One, dwelling "on the hills," is depicted as wantonly alluring, her face shining from kissing "painted shrines." The other, found "in the valley," is so shy of dressing that she "nothing wears," her appearance neglected. The craft here is all about defining virtue through sharp opposition. The speaker uses vivid, almost caricatured imagery to dismiss the extremes: the superficiality of the "painted" figure versus the unkempt state of the "undress'd" one. This clever juxtaposition makes the mother's balanced "fine aspect in fit array" not just good, but uniquely superior—a true "mean" between two undesirable poles. Ultimately, the lyrics are a powerful declaration of exclusive devotion. The systematic comparison elevates the mother's position, culminating in the assertion that God's love has chosen to "double-moat thee with his grace, / And none but thee." This divine endorsement solidifies the mother's singular, blessed status, making the speaker's praise feel absolute and unshakeable.
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