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MIDNIGHT.
by Henry Vaughan
WHEN to my Eyes
Whilst deep sleep others catches,
Thine
host of spies,
The stars, shine in their watches,
I do survey
Each busy
ray,
And how they work, and wind ;
And wish
each beam
My soul
doth stream
With the like ardour shin'd ;
What emanations,
Quick
vibrations,
And bright stirs are there !
What thin
ejections,
Cold affections,
And slow motions here !
2.
Thy heav'ns,
some say,
Are a fiery-liquid light,
Which
mingling aye
Streams, and flames thus to the sight.
Come then,
my God !
Shine
on this blood
And water, in one beam ;
And Thou
shalt see
Kindled
by Thee
Both liquors burn, and stream.
O what
bright quickness,
Active
brightness,
And celestial flows,
Will follow
after
On that
water,
Which Thy Spirit blows !
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MATTH. CAP. 3. VER. II.
I indeed baptize you with water unto repentance, but
He that cometh after me is mightier than I ; Whose
shoes I am not worthy to bear ; He shall baptize
you with the Holy Ghost, and with fire.
Source:
Vaughan, Henry. The Poems of Henry Vaughan, Silurist. vol I.
E. K. Chambers, Ed. London, Lawrence & Bullen Ltd., 1896. 63-64.
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