“Dear night! this world’s defeat;
The stop to busie fools; care’s check and curb;
The day of Spirits; my soul’s calm retreat
Which none disturb!
Christ’s[46] progress and his prayer time;
The hours to which high Heaven doth chime.
“God’s silent, searching flight:
When my Lord’s head is filled with dew, and all
His locks are wet with the clear drops of night;
His still, soft call;