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