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O Lord! in me there lieth nought, But to Thy search revealed lies; For when I sit Thou markest it, No less Thou notest when I rise; Yea, closest closet of my thought Hath open windows to Thine eyes. Thou walkest with me when I walk, When to my bed for rest I go, I find Thee there, And every where; Not youngest thought in me doth grow, No, not one word I cast to talk, But yet unuttered thou dost know. To shun Thy notice, leave Thine eye, O whither might I take my way? To starry sphere? Thy throne is there. To dead men’s undelightsome stay? There is Thy walk, and there to lie Unknown, in vain I should essay. O sun! whom light nor flight can match, Suppose Thy lightful, flightful wings Thou lend to me, And I could flee, As far as Thee the evening brings; Ev’n led to west He would me catch, Nor should I lurk with western things. Do thou thy best, O secret night In sable vail to cover me; The sable vail Shall vainly fail: With day unmask’d my night shall be: For night is day, and darkness light, O Father of all lights to Thee.
O Lord! in me there lieth nought, But to Thy search revealed lies; For when I sit Thou markest it, No less Thou notest when I rise; Yea, closest closet of my thought Hath open windows to Thine eyes. Thou walkest with me when I walk, When to my bed for rest I go, I find Thee there, And every where; Not youngest thought in me doth grow, No, not one word I cast to talk, But yet unuttered thou dost know. To shun Thy notice, leave Thine eye, O whither might I take my way? To starry sphere? Thy throne is there. To dead men’s undelightsome stay? There is Thy walk, and there to lie Unknown, in vain I should essay. O sun! whom light nor flight can match, Suppose Thy lightful, flightful wings Thou lend to me, And I could flee, As far as Thee the evening brings; Ev’n led to west He would me catch, Nor should I lurk with western things. Do thou thy best, O secret night In sable vail to cover me; The sable vail Shall vainly fail: With day unmask’d my night shall be: For night is day, and darkness light, O Father of all lights to Thee.
In print by 1888 AD · industrial
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- Countess of Pembroke (identity unresolved)
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- In print by 1888 AD · industrial
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Page 345 · printed citation: Countess of Pembroke · subject: KNOWLEDGE
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