Evening

FROM ST. GREGORY NAZIANZEN

O HOLIEST Truth! how have I lied to Thee!
I vow'd this day Thy sacrifice to be;
  But I am dim ere night.
Surely I made my prayer, and I did deem
That I could keep in me Thy morning beam,
  Immaculate and bright.
But my foot slipp'd; and, as I lay, he came,
My gloomy foe, and robb'd me of heaven's flame,
Help Thou my darkness, Lord, till I am light.
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