by Henry Vaughan (1622 - 1695)
O joys! Infinite sweetness! with what...
Language: English
O joys! Infinite sweetness! with what flowers And shoots of glory, my soul breaks and buds! All the long hours Of night and rest, Through the still shrouds Of sleep, and clouds, This dew fell on my breast; O how it bloods, And spirits all my earth! hark! in what rings, And hymning circulations the quick world Awakes, and sings! The rising winds, And falling springs, Birds, beasts, all things Adore Him in their kinds. Thus all is hurl'd In sacred hymns and order; the great chime And symphony of Nature. Prayer is The world in tune, A spirit-voice, And vocal joys, Whose echo is heaven's bliss. O let me climb When I lie down! The pious soul by night Is like a clouded star, whose beams, though said To shed their light Under some cloud, Yet are above, And shine and move Beyond that misty shroud. 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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Authorship:
- by Henry Vaughan (1622 - 1695), "Silex scintillans", subtitle: "The morning watch" [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Arnold Edward Trevor Bax, Sir (1883 - 1953), "The morning watch" [chorus and orchestra] [ sung text not verified ]
- by Peter W. F. Lawson (b. 1951), "The morning watch", 1978 [soprano or tenor and piano], from Care Charmer Sleepe, no. 3. [ sung text not verified ]
- by Edmund Duncan Rubbra (1901 - 1986), "The morning watch", op. 55. [chorus and orchestra] [ sung text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ahmed E. Ismail
This text was added to the website: 2006-03-30
Line count: 33
Word count: 168