AWAKE, my soul! Awake, mine eyes! Awake, my drowsy faculties; Awake, and see the new-born light Spring from the darksome womb of Night! Look up and see th' unwearied Sun, Already hath his race begun: The pretty lark is mounted high, And sings her matins in the sky. Arise, my soul! and thou my voice In songs of praise, early rejoice! O Great Creator! Heavenly King! Thy praises let me ever sing! Thy power has made, Thy goodness kept This fenceless body while I slept, Yet one day more hast given me From all the powers of darkness free: O keep my heart from sin secure, My life unblameable and pure, That when the last of all my days is come, Cheerful and fearless I may wait my doom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD by BEN JONSON SONNET: WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR. LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON by JOHN KEATS SONNET: 130 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO A PORTRAIT by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS NEGRO GIRL by IRENE COOPER ALLEN |