“Dear Night! this world’s defeat; The stop to busy fools; care’s check and curb; The day of spirits; my soul’s calm retreat Which none disturb! Christ’s progress, and His prayer-time; The hours to which high Heaven doth chime. Henry Vaughan
“Happy those early days, when I Shin’d in my angel-infancy! Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race. Henry Vaughan
“Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just! Shining nowhere but in the dark; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark! Henry Vaughan
“Prayer is The world in tune, A spirit-voice, And vocal joys, Whose echo is heaven’s bliss. O let me climb When I lie down! Henry Vaughan