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Henry Charles Beeching, ed. (1859–1919). Lyra Sacra: A Book of Religious Verse. 1903.
By Sir Thomas Browne (16051682)
An Evening Prayer
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THOU 1 whose nature cannot sleep, | |
On my temples sentry keep; | |
Guard me ’gainst those watchful foes, | |
Whose eyes are open whilst mine close; | |
Let no dreams my head infest, | 5 |
But such as Jacob’s temples blest. | |
While I do rest, my soul advance; | |
Make me to sleep a holy trance, | |
That I may, my rest being wrought, | |
Awake into some holy thought; | 10 |
And with as active vigour run | |
My course, as doth the nimble sun. | |
Sleep is a death. Oh, make me try | |
By sleeping, what is it to die! | |
And as gently lay my head | 15 |
On my grave, as now my bed. | |
Howe’er I rest, great God, let me | |
Awake again at last with Thee! | |
And thus assured, behold I lie | |
Securely, or to wake or die. | 20 |
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Note 1. From “Religio Medici” (ii. 117, ed. Pickering): “In fine, so like death [is sleep], I dare not trust it without my prayers, and an half adieu unto the world, and take my farewell in a colloquy with God. [Here follows the poem.] This is the dormitive I take to bed-ward; I need no other laudanum than this to make me sleep: after which I close mine eyes in security, content to take my leave of the sun, and sleep unto the resurrection.” [back] |
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