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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409304" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Morning-Watch</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 O joys! infinite sweetness! with what flow'rs<br>2 And shoots of glory my soul breaks and buds!<br>3 All the long hours<br>4 Of night, and rest,<br>5 Through the still shrouds<br>6 Of sleep, and clouds,<br>7 This dew fell on my breast;<br>8 Oh, how it bloods<br>9 And spirits all my earth! Hark! In what rings<br>10 And hymning circulations the quick world<br>11 Awakes and sings;<br>12 The rising winds<br>13 And falling springs,<br>14 Birds, beasts, all things<br>15 Adore him in their kinds.<br>16 Thus all is hurl'd<br>17 In sacred hymns and order, the great chime<br>18 And symphony of nature. Prayer is<br>19 The world in tune,<br>20 A spirit voice,<br>21 And vocal joys<br>22 Whose echo is heav'n's bliss.<br>23 O let me climb<br>24 When I lie down! The pious soul by night<br>25 Is like a clouded star whose beams, though said<br>26 To shed their light<br>27 Under some cloud,<br>28 Yet are above,<br>29 And shine and move<br>30 Beyond that misty shroud.<br>31 So in my bed,<br>32 That curtain'd grave, though sleep, like ashes, hide<br>33 My lamp and life, both shall in thee abide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Vaughan">Henry Vaughan</a><div class=q>
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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 s..."></div>
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