Verse > Anthologies > The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse > 36. The Morning Watch
Nicholson & Lee, eds.  The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.
36. The Morning Watch
By Henry Vaughan  (1621–1695)
O JOYES! Infinite sweetnes! with what flowres,
  And shoots of glory, my soul breakes, and buds
    All the long houres
    Of night, and Rest,
    Through the still shrouds        5
    Of sleep, and Clouds,
  This Dew fell on my Breast;
    O how it Blouds,
And Spirits all my Earth! heark! In what Rings,
And Hymning Circulations the quick world       10
    Awakes, and sings;
    The rising winds,
    And falling springs,
    Brids, beasts, all things
  Adore him in their kinds.       15
    Thus all is hurl’d
In sacred Hymnes, and Order, The great Chime
And Symphony of nature. Prayer is
    The world in tune,
    A spirit-voyce,       20
    And vocall joyes
  Whose Eccho is heav’ns blisse.
    O let me climbe
When I lye down! The Pious soul by night
Is like a clouded starre, whose beames though sed       25
    To shed their light
    Under some Cloud
    Yet are above,
    And shine, and move
  Beyond that mistie shrowd.       30
    So in my Bed
That Curtain’d grave, though sleep, like ashes, hide
My lamp, and life, both shall in thee abide.



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