118. Evening
From St. Gregory Nazianzen.
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O HOLIEST Truth! how have I lied to Thee!
I vow'd this day Thy festival should 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 robbed me of heaven's flame.
Help Thou my darkness, Lord, till I am light.
Oxford.
1834.