The Dawning.
“Ah! what time wilt thou come? when shall that crie,
The Bridegroome’s Comming! fill the sky?
Shall it in the Evening run
When our words and works are done?
Or will thy all-surprizing light
Break at midnight,
When either sleep, or some dark pleasure
Possesseth mad man without measure?
Or shall these early, fragrant hours
Unlock thy bowres?
And with their blush of light descry
Thy locks crown’d with eternitie?
Indeed, it is the only time
That with thy glory doth best chime;
All now are stirring, ev’ry field
Full hymns doth yield;
The whole Creation shakes off night,
And for thy shadow looks the light.”
This last line is full of grandeur and originality.