Classic Poem

W HAT'S this morn's bright eye to me,
If I see not Thine and Thee,
Fairer J ESU ; in whose face
All my Heaven is spread!—Alas,
Still I grovel in dead night,
Whilst I want Thy living light;
Dreaming with wide open eyes
Fond fantastic vanities.

Shine, my only Day-Star, shine:
So mine eyes shall wake by Thine;
So the dreams I grope in now
To clear visions all shall grow;
So my day shall measured be
By Thy Grace's clarity;
So shall I discern the path
Thy sweet law prescribed hath;
For Thy ways cannot be shown
By any light but by Thine own.