The sun is swiftly mounted high; <br />It glitters in the southern sky; <br />Its beams with force and glory beat, <br />And fruitful earth is fill'd with heat. <br />Father, also with Thy fire <br />Warm the cold, the dead desire, <br />And make the sacred love of Thee <br />Within my soul a sun to me. <br />Let it shine so fairly bright <br />That nothing else be took for light, <br />That worldly charms be seen to fade, <br />And in its lustre find a shade. <br />Let it strongly shine within <br />To scatter all the clouds of sin, <br />That drive when gusts of passion rise <br />And intercept it from our eyes. <br />Let its glory more than vie <br />With the sun that lights the sky; <br />Let it swiftly mount in air, <br />Mount with that, and leave it there, <br />And soar with more aspiring flight <br />To realms of everlasting light. <br />Thus, while here I'm forc'd to be, <br />I daily wish to live with Thee, <br />And feel that union which Thy love <br />Will, after death, complete above. <br />From my soul I send my prayer; <br />Great creator, bow Thine ear; <br />Thou for whose propitious sway <br />The world was taught to see the day, <br />Who spake the word and earth begun <br />And show'd its beauties in the sun; <br />With pleasure I Thy creatures view, <br />And would with good affection, too, <br />Good affection sweetly free, <br />Loose from them and move to Thee; <br />O teach me due returns to give, <br />And to Thy glory let me live, <br />And then my days shall shine the more <br />Or pass more blessed than before.<br /><br />Thomas Parnell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hymn-for-noon/
