WATCHING UNTO GOD IN THE NIGHT SEASON

BY:  MADAME JEANNE GUYON

 

Sleep at last has fled these eyes,

Nor do I regret his flight,

More alert my spirits rise,

And my heart is free and light.

 

Nature silent all around,

Not a single witness near;

God as soon as sought is found;

And the flame of love burns clear.

 

Interruption, all day long,

Checks the current of my joys;

Creatures press me with a throng,

And perplex me with their noise.

 

Undisturb’d I muse all night,

On the first Eternal Fair;

Nothing there obstructs delight,

Love is renovated there.

 

Life, with its perpetual stir,

Proves a foe to love and me;

Fresh entanglements occur –

Comes the night, and sets me free.

 

Never more, sweet sleep, suspend

My enjoyments, always new:

Leave me to possess my friend;

Other eyes and hearts subdue.

 

Hush the world, that I may wake

To the taste of pure delights;

Oh the pleasures I partake –

God, the partner of my nights!

 

David, for the selfsame cause,

Night preferr’d to busy day;

Hearts whom heavenly beauty draws,

Wish the glaring sun away.

 

Sleep, self-lovers, is for you –

Souls that love celestial know

Fairer scenes by night can view

Than the sun could ever show.

 

 

 

 

 

 

WATCHING UNTO GOD IN THE NIGHT SEASON [Madame Jeanne Guyon] ~ POEM          1

 

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