118. Evening
From St. Gregory Nazianzen.
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O HOLIEST Truth! how have I lied to Thee! |
| I vow'd this day Thy festival should be: |
| But I
am dim ere night. |
| Surely I made my prayer, and I did deem |
| That I could keep in me Thy morning beam, |
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Immaculate and bright. |
| But my foot slipp'd; and, as I lay, he came, |
| My gloomy foe, and robbed me of heaven's flame. |
| Help Thou my darkness, Lord, till I am light. |
Oxford.
1834. |
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