1 O joys! infinite sweetness! with what flow'rs <br />2 And shoots of glory my soul breaks and buds! <br />3 All the long hours <br />4 Of night, and rest, <br />5 Through the still shrouds <br />6 Of sleep, and clouds, <br />7 This dew fell on my breast; <br />8 Oh, how it bloods <br />9 And spirits all my earth! Hark! In what rings <br />10 And hymning circulations the quick world <br />11 Awakes and sings; <br />12 The rising winds <br />13 And falling springs, <br />14 Birds, beasts, all things <br />15 Adore him in their kinds. <br />16 Thus all is hurl'd <br />17 In sacred hymns and order, the great chime <br />18 And symphony of nature. Prayer is <br />19 The world in tune, <br />20 A spirit voice, <br />21 And vocal joys <br />22 Whose echo is heav'n's bliss. <br />23 O let me climb <br />24 When I lie down! The pious soul by night <br />25 Is like a clouded star whose beams, though said <br />26 To shed their light <br />27 Under some cloud, <br />28 Yet are above, <br />29 And shine and move <br />30 Beyond that misty shroud. <br />31 So in my bed, <br />32 That curtain'd grave, though sleep, like ashes, hide <br />33 My lamp and life, both shall in thee abide.<br /><br />Henry Vaughan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-morning-watch/
