The Minor Poems of Joseph Beaumont ... Edited from the autograph manuscript with introduction and notes by Eloise Robinson |
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A Morning Hymn
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A Morning Hymn
What's this Morns bright Eye to Me,
Yf I see not thine, & Thee,
Fairer JESU; in whose Face
All my Heavn is spred! Alas
Still I grovel in dead Night,
Whilst I want thy living Light;
Still I sleep, although I wake,
And in this vain Sleep I Talk,
Dreaming with wide open eyes,
Fond fantastik Vanities.
Yf I see not thine, & Thee,
Fairer JESU; in whose Face
All my Heavn is spred! Alas
Still I grovel in dead Night,
Whilst I want thy living Light;
Still I sleep, although I wake,
And in this vain Sleep I Talk,
Dreaming with wide open eyes,
Fond fantastik Vanities.
Shine, my onely Daystarr, shine:
So mine Eyes shall wake by Thine;
So the Dreams I grope in now
To clear Visions shall grow;
So my Day shall measured be
By thy Graces Claritie;
So shall I discern the Path
Thy sweet Law prescribed hath;
For thy Wayes cannot be shown
By any Light, but by thine own.
So mine Eyes shall wake by Thine;
So the Dreams I grope in now
To clear Visions shall grow;
So my Day shall measured be
By thy Graces Claritie;
So shall I discern the Path
Thy sweet Law prescribed hath;
For thy Wayes cannot be shown
By any Light, but by thine own.
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