December 4

Tell me, O Thou whom my soul loveth, where Thou makest Thy flock to rest at noon (in the burden and heat of the day).

GRANT I may so

Thy steps track here below,

That in these masques and shadows I may see

Thy sacred way;

And by those hid ascents climb to that day,

Which breaks from Thee,

Who art in all things, though invisibly!

Shew me Thy peace,

Thy mercy, love, and ease!

And from this care, where dreams and sorrows reign,

Lead me above,

Where Light, Joy, Leisure, and true comforts move

Without all pain;

There, hid in Thee, shew me his life again,

At whose dumb urn

Thus all the year I mourn!

HENRY

VAUGHAN

A CHARACTER