The Morning-Watch

1     O joys! infinite sweetness! with what flow'rs
2     And shoots of glory my soul breaks and buds!
3             All the long hours
4             Of night, and rest,
5             Through the still shrouds
6             Of sleep, and clouds,
7         This dew fell on my breast;
8         Oh, how it bloods
9     And spirits all my earth! Hark! In what rings
10   And hymning circulations the quick world
11           Awakes and sings;
12           The rising winds
13           And falling springs,
14           Birds, beasts, all things
15       Adore him in their kinds.
16           Thus all is hurl'd
17   In sacred hymns and order, the great chime
18   And symphony of nature. Prayer is
19           The world in tune,
20           A spirit voice,
21           And vocal joys
22       Whose echo is heav'n's bliss.
23           O let me climb
24   When I lie down! The pious soul by night
25   Is like a clouded star whose beams, though said
26           To shed their light
27           Under some cloud,
28           Yet are above,
29           And shine and move
30       Beyond that misty shroud.
31           So in my bed,
32   That curtain'd grave, though sleep, like ashes, hide
33   My lamp and life, both shall in thee abide.