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Pain cannot move it, danger cannot scare;
'Tis all thine own; my spirit is so too,
Love, holy Love! and art thou not severe,
But I am silent, seeing what I see—
Live thou, and reign for ever, glorious Lord!
WATCHING UNTO GOD IN THE NIGHT SEASON.
Sleep at last has fled these eyes,
Nature silent all around,
Interruption, all day long,
Undisturb'd I muse all night,
Life, with its perpetual stir,
Never more, sweet sleep, suspend
Hush the world, that I may wake
David, for the self-same cause,
Sleep, self-lovers, is for you—
ON THE SAME.
Season of my purest pleasure, Sealer of observing eyes!
I can commune with the skies; While, beneath thy shade extended,
Weary man forgets his woes; I, my daily trouble ended, Find, in watching, my repose.
Silence all around prevailing,
Nature hush'd in slumber sweet, No rude noise mine ears assailing,
Now my God and I can meet: Universal nature slumbers,
And my soul partakes the calm, Breathes her ardour out in numbers,
Plaintive song or lofty psalm.
Now my passion, pure and holy, Shines and burns without restraint;
Which the day's fatigue and folly Cause to languish, dim and faint: VOL. III. 9
Charming hours of relaxation!
How I dread the ascending sun I Surely, idle conversation
Is an evil, match'd by none.
Worldly prate and babble hurt me;
I have ears for none but love.
Hearing my absurd replies; I have neither art's fine polish,
Nor the knowledge of the wise.
Simple souls, and unpolluted,
By conversing with the great,
To their dignity and state;
Are but talents misapplied;
Nothing human choose beside.
'Tis the secret fear of sinning
Checks my tongue, or I should say, When I see the night beginning,
I am glad of parting day; Love this gentle admonition
Whispers soft within my breast; "Choice befits not thy condition,
Acquiescence suits thee best."
Henceforth, the repose and pleasure
Night affords me I resign;
Wisdom infinite of mine:
Quarrelling with thy decrees; Wayward nature finds the occasion—
'Tis her folly and disease.
Night, with its sublime enjoyments,
Now no longer will I choose; Nor the day with its employments,
Irksome as they seem, refuse; Lessons of a God's inspiring
Neither time nor place impedes; From our wishing and desiring
Our unhappiness proceeds.
ON THE SAME.
Night! how I love thy silent shades, My spirits they compose; The bliss of heaven my soul pervades, In spite of all my woes.
While sleep instils her poppy dews
In every slumbering eye,
In blest tranquillity.