THE MORNING-WATCH - Henry Van Dyke Poems


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O joys! infinite sweetness! with what flow'rs
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;
     Oh, 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 heav'n'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.