NIGHT.
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 distixrb ! Christ’s progress; and His prayertime ; 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 clear drops of night; His still, soft call; Ilis knocking time; the soul’s dumb watch, When spirits their fair kindred catch. There is in God—some say— A deep, but dazzling darkness; as men here Say it is late and dusky, because they See not all clear. O for that Night! where T in Him Might live invisible and dim! —IT. VAUGHAN.
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 17016, 14 April 1923, Page 1 (Supplement)
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119NIGHT. Star (Christchurch), Issue 17016, 14 April 1923, Page 1 (Supplement)
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