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                                                                  True Beauty
                                                        A Midnight Hymn
                    ________________________
To thee, all glorious, ever blessed Power,
What is the gaudyfurniture of dress
I consecrate this silent midnight hour
To the fine [[unclear]] of modesty and grace?
While solemn darkness covers o'er the sky.
What is the blooming tincture of the skin
And all things wrapp'd in gentle slumbers h
To peace of mind and harmony within?
Unwearied let me praise thy holy Name
What the bright sparkling of the finest eye,
*For the rich mercies which thy hand impart
To the soft soothing's of a calm reply?
Health to my flesh, and comfort to my heart
Can comeliness of form, of shape, or air,
O my my prayer before thy throne arise;
With comeliness of words and deeds compare?
An humble but accepted sacrifice
No - those at first the unwary heart may gain;  
And when thou dost my weary eye lids close
But these these only can that heart reatain.
And to my body grant a soft repose,
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May my ethereal Guardian kindly spread
Loveliness needs not the foriegn aid of ornament,
His wings, and from the tempter screen my head;
But is, when undorn'd, adorn'd the most.
Grant of celestial light some piercing beam;
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To bless my sleep and sanctify my dreams
Beauty is a fading Flower
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*And every thought with gratitude inflame

Latest revision as of 01:45, 13 September 2020

                                                        A Midnight Hymn

To thee, all glorious, ever blessed Power, I consecrate this silent midnight hour While solemn darkness covers o'er the sky. And all things wrapp'd in gentle slumbers h Unwearied let me praise thy holy Name

  • For the rich mercies which thy hand impart

Health to my flesh, and comfort to my heart O my my prayer before thy throne arise; An humble but accepted sacrifice And when thou dost my weary eye lids close And to my body grant a soft repose, May my ethereal Guardian kindly spread His wings, and from the tempter screen my head; Grant of celestial light some piercing beam; To bless my sleep and sanctify my dreams ______________________________________-

  • And every thought with gratitude inflame
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