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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Restoration Verse.  1910.
Evening Hymn
By Sir Thomas Browne (1605–1682)
THE NIGHT is come, like to the day;
Depart not Thou, great God, away.
Let not my sins, black as the night,
Eclipse the lustre of thy light.
Keep still in my horizon; for to me        5
The sun makes not the day, but Thee.
Thou whose nature cannot sleep,
On my temples sentry keep!
Guard me ’gainst those watchful foes,
Whose eyes are open while mine close;        10
Let no dreams my head infest,
But such as Jacob’s temples blest.
While I do rest, my soul advance;
Make my sleep a holy trance,
That I may, my rest being wrought,        15
Awake into some holy thought;
And with as active vigour run
My course as doth the nimble sun.
Sleep is a death; oh! make me try,
By sleeping, what it is to die;        20
And as gently lay my head
On my grave, as now my bed.
Howe’er I rest, great God, let me
Awake again at last with Thee.
And thus assured, behold I lie        25
Securely, or to wake or die.
These are my drowsy days; in vain
I do now wake to sleep again:
Oh! come that hour, when I shall never
Sleep again, but wake for ever.        30

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