As on my bed at morn I mus’d and pray’d,1
I saw my lattice figur’d on the wall,2
The flaunting leaves and flitting birds withal3
A sunny phantom interlac’d with shade ;4
Thanks be to heaven ! ” in happy mood I said ;5
What sweeter aid my matins could befal6
Than this fair glory from the east hath made ?7
What holy sleights hath God, the Lord of all,8
To make us feel and see !  We are not free9
To say we see not, for the glory comes10
Nightly and daily like the flowing sea ;11
His lustre pierceth through the midnight glooms,12
And, at prime hour, behold, He follows me :13
With golden shadows to my secret rooms !”14