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letra de the morning watch, op. 55 - edmund rubbra

o joys! infinite sweetness! with what flowers
and shoots of glory, my soul breaks and buds!
all the long hours
of night and rest
through the still shrouds
of sleep, and clouds
this dew fell on my breast;
o how it bloods
and spirits all my earth! hark! in what rings
and hymning circulations the quick world
awakes, and sings!
the rising winds
and falling springs
birds, beasts, all things
adore him in their kinds
thus all is hurl’d
in sacred hymns and order; the great chime
and symphony of nature. prayer is
the world in tune
a spirit-voice
and vocal joys
whose echo is heaven’s bliss
o let me climb
when i lie down! the pious soul by night

is like a clouded star, whose beams, though said
to shed their light
undеr some cloud
yet are abovе
and shine and move
beyond that misty shroud
so in my bed
that curtain’d grave, though sleep, like ashes, hide
my lamp and life, both shall in thee abide

- edmund rubbra

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