Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . HOLY DYING. THE DAWNING. Henry Vaughan. Ah ! what time wilt Thou come ? when shall that cry, The Bridegroom cometh ! fill the sky ?Shall it in the evening run,When our words and works are done ?Or will Thy all-surprising light Break at midnight;When either sleep, or some dark pleasure,Possesseth mad man without measure ?Or shall these early fragrant hours Unlock thy bowers;And with their blush of light descryThy locks crownd with eternity ?Indeed it is the only timeThat with Thy glory doth best chime ; 248 HOLY DYING. All now are
Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . HOLY DYING. THE DAWNING. Henry Vaughan. Ah ! what time wilt Thou come ? when shall that cry, The Bridegroom cometh ! fill the sky ?Shall it in the evening run,When our words and works are done ?Or will Thy all-surprising light Break at midnight;When either sleep, or some dark pleasure,Possesseth mad man without measure ?Or shall these early fragrant hours Unlock thy bowers;And with their blush of light descryThy locks crownd with eternity ?Indeed it is the only timeThat with Thy glory doth best chime ; 248 HOLY DYING. All now are stirring, every field Full hymns doth yield :The whole creation shakes off night,And for Thy shadow looks the light :Stars now vanish without number ;Sleepy planets set and slumber;The pursy clouds disband and scatter ;All expect some sudden matter,Not one beam triumphs, but from far That morning , at what time soever Thou(Unknown to us) the heavens wilt bow :And, with Thy angels in the van,Descend to judge poor careless man ;Grant, I may not all stagna
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