When with the virgin morning thou dost rise, <br />Crossing thyself come thus to sacrifice; <br />First wash thy heart in innocence; then bring <br />Pure hands, pure habits, pure, pure every thing. <br />Next to the altar humbly kneel, and thence <br />Give up thy soul in clouds of frankincense. <br />Thy golden censers fill'd with odours sweet <br />Shall make thy actions with their ends to meet.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/matins-or-morning-prayer/
