Here you will find the Poem The Dawning of poet Henry Vaughan
Ah! what time wilt Thou come? when shall that cry, 'The bridegroom's coming,' fill the sky? Shall it in the evening run, When our words and works are dome? Or will Thy all-surprising light Break at midnight, When either sleep or some dark pleasure Possesseth mad man without measure? Or shall these early fragrant hours Unlock Thy bowers, And with their blush of light descry Thy locks crowned with eternity? Indeed, it is the only time That with Thy glory doth best chime; Full hymns doth yield, The whole creation shakes off night, And for Thy shadow looks the light; Stars now vanish without number, The pursy clouds disband and scatter, All expect some sudden matter; Not one beam triumphs, but from far That morning star. Oh, at what time soever, Thou, Unknown to us, the heavens wilt bow, And with Thy angels in the van Descend to judge poor careless man, Grant I may not like puddle lie In a corrupt security, Where, if a traveler water crave, He finds it dead and in a grave; But as this restless vocal spring All day and night doth run and sing, And though here born, yet is acquainted Elsewhere, and flowing keeps untainted, So let me all my busy age In Thy free services engage; And though while here of force I must Have commerce sometimes with poor dust, And in my flesh, though vile and low, As this doth in her channel flow, Yet let my course, my aim, my love, And chief acquaintance be above; So when that day and hour shall come In which Thyself will be the sun, Thou'lt find me dressed and on my way, Watching the break of Thy great Day.