Morning Hymn
Ye clouds and darkness, hosts of nightThat breed confusion and affright,Begone! o'erhead the dawn shines clear,The light breaks in and Christ is here.
Earth's gloom flees broken and dispersed,By the sun's piercing shafts coerced:The daystar's eyes rain influence brightAnd colours glimmer back to sight.
So shall our guilty midnight fade,The sin-stained heart's gross dusky shade:So shall the King's All-radiant FaceSudden unveil our deep disgrace.
No longer then may we disguiseOur dark intents from those clear eyes:Yea, at the dayspring's advent blestOur inmost thoughts will stand confest.
The thief his hidden traffic pliesUnmarked before the dawn doth rise:But light, the foe of guile concealed,Lets no ill craft lie unrevealed.
Fraud and Deceit love only night,Their wiles they practise out of sight;Curtained by dark, Adultery tooDoth his foul treachery pursue,
But slinks abashed and shamed awaySoon as the sun rekindles day,For none can damning light resistAnd 'neath its rays in sin persist.
Who doth not blush o'ertook by mornAnd his long night's carousal scorn?For day subdues the lustful soul,And doth all foul desires control.
Now each to earnest life awakes,Now each his wanton sport forsakes;Now foolish things are put awayAnd gravity resumes her sway.
It is the hour for duty's deeds,The path to which our labour leads,Be it the forum, army, sea,The mart or field or factory.
One seeks the plaudits of the bar,One the stern trumpet calls to war:Those bent on trade and husbandryAt greed's behest for lucre sigh.
Mine is no rhetorician's fame,No petty usury I claim;Nor am I skilled to face the foe:'Tis Thou, O Christ, alone I know.
Yea, I have learnt to wait on TheeWith heart and lips of purity,Humbly my knees in prayer to bend,And tears with songs of praise to blend.
These are the gains I hold in viewAnd these the arts that I pursue:These are the offices I plyWhen the bright sun mounts up the sky.
Prove Thou my heart, my every thought,Search into all that I have wrought:Though I be stained with blots within,Thy quickening rays shall purge my sin.
O may I ever spotless beAs when my stains were cleansed by Thee,Who bad'st me 'neath the Jordan's waveOf yore my soiled spirit lave.
If e'er since then the world's gross nightHath cast its curtain o'er my sight,Dispel the cloud, O King of grace,Star of the East! with thy pure face.
Since Thou canst change, O holy Light,The blackest hue to milky white,Ebon to clearness crystalline,Wash my foul stains and make me clean.
'Twas 'neath the lonely star-blue nightThat Jacob waged the unequal fight,Stoutly he wrestled with the ManIn darkness, till the day began.
And when the sun rose in the skyHe halted on his shrivelled thigh:His natural might had ebbed away,Vanquished in that tremendous fray.
Not wounded he in nobler partNor smitten in life's fount, the heart:But lust was shaken from his throneAnd his foul empire overthrown.
Whereby we clearly learn arightThat man is whelmed by deadly night,Unless he own God conquerorAnd strive against His will no more.
Yet happier he whom rising mornShall find of nature's strength forlorn,Whose warring flesh hath shrunk away,Palsied by virtue's puissant sway.
And then at length let darkness flee,Which all too long held us in fee,'Mid wildering shadows made us strayAnd led in devious tracks our way.
We pray Thee, Rising Light serene,E'en as Thyself our hearts make clean:Let no deceit our lips defileNor let our souls be vexed by guile.
O keep us, as the hours proceed,From lying word and evil deed,Our roving eyes from sin set free,Our body from impurity.
For thou dost from above surveyThe converse of each fleeting day:Thou dost foresee from morning lightOur every deed, until the night.
Justice and judgment dwell with Thee,Whatever is, Thine eye doth see:Thou know'st what human hearts conceiveAnd none Thy wisdom may deceive.
Words in this poem 29
- shall v. i.
- To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
- unveil v. t.
- To remove a veil from; to divest of a veil; to uncover; to disclose to view; to reveal; as, she unveiled her face. [1st pref. un- + veil.]
- inmost a.
- Deepest within; farthest from the surface or external part; innermost. [OE. innemest, AS. innemest, a double superlative form fr. inne within, fr. in in. The modern form is due to confusion with most. See In, and cf. Aftermost, Fore]
- craft n.
- Strength; might; secret power. [AS. cr strength, skill, art, cunning; akin to OS., G., Sw., & Dan. kraft strength, D. kracht, Icel. kraptr; perh. originally, a drawing together, stretching, fr]
- damning a.
- That damns; damnable; as, damning evidence of guilt.
- morn n.
- The first part of the day; the morning; -- used chiefly in poetry. [OE. morwen, morgen, AS. morgen; akin to D. morgen, OS. morgan, G. morgen, Icel. morginn, morgunn, Sw. morgon, Dan. morgen, Goth. maúrgins. Cf. Morrow, Morning.]
- carousal n.
- A jovial feast or festival; a drunken revel; a carouse. [See Carouse, but also cf. F. carrousel tilt.]
- forum n.
- A market place or public place in Rome, where causes were judicially tried, and orations delivered to the people. [L.; akin to foris, foras, out of doors. See Foreign.]
- mart v. t.
- To buy or sell in, or as in, a mart.
- behest v. t.
- To vow. Paston.
- lucre n.
- Gain in money or goods; profit; riches; -- often in an ill sense. [F. lucre, L. lucrum.]
- usury n.
- A premium or increase paid, or stipulated to be paid, for a loan, as of money; interest. [OE. usurie, usure, F. usure, L. usura use, usury, interest, fr. uti, p. p. usus, to use. See Use, v. t.]
- humbly adv.
- With humility; lowly.
- quickening n.
- The act or process of making or of becoming quick.
- yore adv.
- In time long past; in old time; long since. [OE. , yare, , AS. geára;akin to geár a year, E. year. Year.]
- lave v. t.
- To lade, dip, or pour out. [OE. laven. See Lavish.]
- dispel v. t.
- To drive away by scattering, or so to cause to vanish; to clear away; to banish; to dissipate; as, to dispel a cloud, vapors, cares, doubts, illusions. [L. dispellere; dis- + pellere to push, drive. See Pulse a beating.]
- ebon a.
- Consisting of ebony.
- stoutly adv.
- In a stout manner; lustily; boldly; obstinately; as, he stoutly defended himself.
- tremendous a.
- Fitted to excite fear or terror; such as may astonish or terrify by its magnitude, force, or violence; terrible; dreadful; as, a tremendous wind; a tremendous shower; a tremendous shock or fall. [L. tremendus that is to be trembled at, fearful, fr. tremere to tremble. See Tremble.]
- lust v. i.
- To list; to like. [AS. lystan. See Lust, n., and cf. List to choose.]
- aright adv.
- Rightly; correctly; in a right way or form; without mistake or crime; as, to worship God aright. [Pref. a- + right.]
- forlorn a.
- Deserted abandoned; lost. [OE., p.p. of forlesen to lose utterly, AS. forleósan (p.p. forloren); pref. for- + leósan (in comp.) to lose; cf. D. verliezen to lose, G. verlieren, Sw. förlor]
- palsied a.
- Affected with palsy; paralyzed.
- puissant a.
- Powerful; strong; mighty; forcible; as, a puissant prince or empire. [F., originally, a p. pr. formed fr. L. posse to be able: cf. L. potens powerful. See Potent.]
- wildering n.
- A plant growing in a state of nature; especially, one which has run wild, or escaped from cultivation.
- devious a.
- Out of a straight line; winding; varying from directness; as, a devious path or way. [L. devius; de + via way. See Viaduct.]
- foresee v. i.
- To have or exercise foresight.
- dwell v. i.
- To delay; to linger. [OE. dwellen, dwelien, to err, linger, AS. dwellan to deceive, hinder, delay, dwelian to err; akin to Icel. dvelja to delay, tarry, Sw. dväljas to dwell, Dan. dv]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
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Form and metre
Morning Hymn is 112 lines in 28 stanzas of 4 lines each. The rhyme scheme is AABB, complete in 22 of its 28 stanzas. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 90%).
See other poems in iambic tetrameter.
Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.
Rhyme words, stanza by stanza
The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.
- 1 AABB nightA · affrightA · clearB · hereB
- 2 AABB dispersedA · coercedA · brightB · sightB
- 3 AABB fadeA · shadeA · faceB · disgraceB
- 4 AABB disguiseA · eyesA · blestB · confestB
- 5 AABB pliesA · riseA · concealedB · unrevealedB
- 6 AABB nightA · sightA · tooB · pursueB
- 7 AABB awayA · dayA · resistB · persistB
- 8 AABB mornA · scornA · soulB · controlB
- 9 AABB awakesA · forsakesA · awayB · swayB
- 10 AA-- deedsA · leadsA · sea · factory
- 12 AABB fameA · claimA · foeB · knowB
- 13 --AA thee · purity · bendA · blendA
- 14 AABB viewA · pursueA · plyB · skyB
- 15 AABB thoughtA · wroughtA · withinB · sinB
- 16 AABB beA · theeA · waveB · laveB
- 17 AABB nightA · sightA · graceB · faceB
- 18 AA-- lightA · whiteA · crystalline · clean
- 19 AABB nightA · fightA · manB · beganB
- 20 AABB skyA · thighA · awayB · frayB
- 21 AABB partA · heartA · throneB · overthrownB
- 22 AA-- arightA · nightA · conqueror · more
- 23 AABB mornA · forlornA · awayB · swayB
- 24 AABB fleeA · feeA · strayB · wayB
- 25 AABB sereneA · cleanA · defileB · guileB
- 26 AA-- proceedA · deedA · free · impurity
- 27 AABB surveyA · dayA · lightB · nightB
- 28 AABB theeA · seeA · conceiveB · deceiveB
Scansion, line by line
Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic tetrameter. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| Ye clouds and darkness, hosts of night | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| That breed confusion and affright, | 8 | ··˘/˘·˘/ |
| Begone! o'erhead the dawn shines clear, | 8 | ˘/······ |
| The light breaks in and Christ is here. | 8 | ········ |
| Earth's gloom flees broken and dispersed, | 8 | ···/˘·˘/ |
| By the sun's piercing shafts coerced: | 8 | ···/˘·˘/ |
| The daystar's eyes rain influence bright | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| And colours glimmer back to sight. | 8 | ·/˘/˘··· |
| So shall our guilty midnight fade, | 8 | ··//˘/·· |
| The sin-stained heart's gross dusky shade: | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| So shall the King's All-radiant Face | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Sudden unveil our deep disgrace. | 8 | /˘˘//·˘/ |
| No longer then may we disguise | 8 | ·/˘···˘/ |
| Our dark intents from those clear eyes: | 8 | /·˘/···· |
| Yea, at the dayspring's advent blest | 8 | ·····/·· |
| Our inmost thoughts will stand confest. | 8 | //˘····· |
| The thief his hidden traffic plies | 8 | ···/˘/˘· |
| Unmarked before the dawn doth rise: | 8 | ˘/······ |
| But light, the foe of guile concealed, | 8 | ······˘/ |
| Lets no ill craft lie unrevealed. | 8 | ········ |
| Fraud and Deceit love only night, | 8 | ··˘/·/˘· |
| Their wiles they practise out of sight; | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| Curtained by dark, Adultery too | 8 | /˘··˘/˘· |
| Doth his foul treachery pursue, | 8 | ···/˘˘˘/ |
| But slinks abashed and shamed away | 8 | ··˘/··˘/ |
| Soon as the sun rekindles day, | 8 | ····˘/˘· |
| For none can damning light resist | 8 | ···/˘·˘/ |
| And 'neath its rays in sin persist. | 8 | ······˘/ |
| Who doth not blush o'ertook by morn | 8 | ········ |
| And his long night's carousal scorn? | 8 | ····˘/˘· |
| For day subdues the lustful soul, | 8 | ··˘/·/˘· |
| And doth all foul desires control. | 8 | ····˘/˘/ |
| Now each to earnest life awakes, | 8 | ···/˘·˘/ |
| Now each his wanton sport forsakes; | 8 | ···/˘·˘/ |
| Now foolish things are put away | 8 | ·/˘···˘/ |
| And gravity resumes her sway. | 8 | ·/˘˘˘/·· |
| It is the hour for duty's deeds, | 8 | ···/·/˘· |
| The path to which our labour leads, | 8 | ····//˘· |
| Be it the forum, army, sea, | 8 | ···/˘/˘· |
| The mart or field or factory. | 8 | ·····/˘˘ |
| One seeks the plaudits of the bar, | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| One the stern trumpet calls to war: | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| Those bent on trade and husbandry | 8 | ·····/˘˘ |
| At greed's behest for lucre sigh. | 8 | ··˘/·/˘· |
| Mine is no rhetorician's fame, | 8 | ····˘/˘· |
| No petty usury I claim; | 8 | ·/˘/˘˘·· |
| Nor am I skilled to face the foe: | 8 | ········ |
| 'Tis Thou, O Christ, alone I know. | 8 | ····˘/·· |
| Yea, I have learnt to wait on Thee | 8 | ········ |
| With heart and lips of purity, | 8 | ·····/˘˘ |
| Humbly my knees in prayer to bend, | 8 | /˘······ |
| And tears with songs of praise to blend. | 8 | ········ |
| These are the gains I hold in view | 8 | ········ |
| And these the arts that I pursue: | 8 | ······˘/ |
| These are the offices I ply | 8 | ···/˘˘·· |
| When the bright sun mounts up the sky. | 8 | ········ |
| Prove Thou my heart, my every thought, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Search into all that I have wrought: | 8 | ········ |
| Though I be stained with blots within, | 8 | ········ |
| Thy quickening rays shall purge my sin. | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| O may I ever spotless be | 8 | ···/˘/˘· |
| As when my stains were cleansed by Thee, | 8 | ········ |
| Who bad'st me 'neath the Jordan's wave | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Of yore my soiled spirit lave. | 8 | ····˘/˘· |
| If e'er since then the world's gross night | 8 | ········ |
| Hath cast its curtain o'er my sight, | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| Dispel the cloud, O King of grace, | 8 | ˘/······ |
| Star of the East! with thy pure face. | 8 | ········ |
| Since Thou canst change, O holy Light, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| The blackest hue to milky white, | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| Ebon to clearness crystalline, | 8 | /˘·/˘/˘· |
| Wash my foul stains and make me clean. | 8 | ········ |
| 'Twas 'neath the lonely star-blue night | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| That Jacob waged the unequal fight, | 9 | ·/˘··˘/˘· |
| Stoutly he wrestled with the Man | 8 | /˘·/˘··· |
| In darkness, till the day began. | 8 | ·/˘···˘/ |
| And when the sun rose in the sky | 8 | ········ |
| He halted on his shrivelled thigh: | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| His natural might had ebbed away, | 9 | ·/˘··/˘˘/ |
| Vanquished in that tremendous fray. | 8 | /˘··˘/˘· |
| Not wounded he in nobler part | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| Nor smitten in life's fount, the heart: | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| But lust was shaken from his throne | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| And his foul empire overthrown. | 8 | ···/˘·˘/ |
| Whereby we clearly learn aright | 8 | ···/˘·˘/ |
| That man is whelmed by deadly night, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Unless he own God conqueror | 8 | ·····/˘˘ |
| And strive against His will no more. | 8 | ········ |
| Yet happier he whom rising morn | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| Shall find of nature's strength forlorn, | 8 | ···/˘·˘/ |
| Whose warring flesh hath shrunk away, | 8 | ·/˘···˘/ |
| Palsied by virtue's puissant sway. | 9 | /˘·/˘/˘˘· |
| And then at length let darkness flee, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Which all too long held us in fee, | 8 | ········ |
| 'Mid wildering shadows made us stray | 8 | ·/˘/···· |
| And led in devious tracks our way. | 8 | ···/˘·/· |
| We pray Thee, Rising Light serene, | 8 | ···/˘·˘/ |
| E'en as Thyself our hearts make clean: | 8 | ··˘//··· |
| Let no deceit our lips defile | 8 | ··˘//·˘/ |
| Nor let our souls be vexed by guile. | 8 | ··/····· |
| O keep us, as the hours proceed, | 8 | ·····/˘/ |
| From lying word and evil deed, | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| Our roving eyes from sin set free, | 8 | //˘····· |
| Our body from impurity. | 9 | /˘/˘·˘/˘˘ |
| For thou dost from above survey | 8 | ······˘/ |
| The converse of each fleeting day: | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| Thou dost foresee from morning light | 8 | ··˘/·/˘· |
| Our every deed, until the night. | 8 | //˘····· |
| Justice and judgment dwell with Thee, | 8 | /˘·/˘··· |
| Whatever is, Thine eye doth see: | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| Thou know'st what human hearts conceive | 8 | ···/˘·˘/ |
| And none Thy wisdom may deceive. | 8 | ···/˘·˘/ |
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