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When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave To do the like; our bodies but forerun The spirit’s duty; true hearts spread and heave Unto their God, as flowers do the sun: Give Him thy first thoughts then, so shalt thou keep Him company all day, and in Him sleep. Yet never sleep the sun up; prayer should Dawn with the day, there are set awful hours ’Twixt Heaven and us; the manna was not good After sun-rising, for day sullies flowers. Rise to prevent the sun; sleep doth sins glut, And Heaven’s gate opens when the world’s is shut. Walk with thy fellow-creatures; note the hush And whisperings amongst them. Not a spring Or leaf but hath his morning hymn; each bush And oak doth know I Am—canst thou not sing? O leave thy cares and follies! Go this way, And thou art sure to prosper all the day. Mornings are mysteries: the first world’s youth, Man’s resurrection, and the future’s bud, Shroud in their births; the crown of life, light, truth, Is styled their star; the stone and hidden food: Three blessings wait upon them, one of which Should move—They make us holy, happy, rich.
When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave To do the like; our bodies but forerun The spirit’s duty; true hearts spread and heave Unto their God, as flowers do the sun: Give Him thy first thoughts then, so shalt thou keep Him company all day, and in Him sleep. Yet never sleep the sun up; prayer should Dawn with the day, there are set awful hours ’Twixt Heaven and us; the manna was not good After sun-rising, for day sullies flowers. Rise to prevent the sun; sleep doth sins glut, And Heaven’s gate opens when the world’s is shut. Walk with thy fellow-creatures; note the hush And whisperings amongst them. Not a spring Or leaf but hath his morning hymn; each bush And oak doth know I Am—canst thou not sing? O leave thy cares and follies! Go this way, And thou art sure to prosper all the day. Mornings are mysteries: the first world’s youth, Man’s resurrection, and the future’s bud, Shroud in their births; the crown of life, light, truth, Is styled their star; the stone and hidden food: Three blessings wait upon them, one of which Should move—They make us holy, happy, rich.
Approximate author period: c. 1658 AD · renaissance
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- Henry Vaughan
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- Approximate author period: c. 1658 AD · renaissance
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- A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations (catalogued1888) (1888 AD)
Page 397 · printed citation: Henry Vaughan · subject: MORNING
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