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Day and Night.
'Twas at mid-day, on blood intent, Saul to Damascus raging went: A light from heaven upon him came, Putting that mid-day sun to shame.
The sudden glorious burst appals ; Dash'd to the earth he headlong falls : A Voice reproves ; a Form appears ; Aghast he sees and trembling hears.
Now streams that light with mellow'd gl Around our path, where'er we go ; Inviting us at noon to raise Our hearts to God in prayer and praise.
And calmly now we hear that word ; It bids us rise and meet the Lord : What hour He cometh, none can say ; At dead of night, or at mid-day.
O ! rise thou then, and strive, my soul, To reach the beatific goal! Thy every nerve and sinew strain, The crown of glory to obtain !
For see, in all this noon-tide heat, How worldlings labour for the meat That perishes and comes to nought, Like shadow, when we think 'tis caught.
And wilt thou then refuse thy pains For heaven's imperishable gains ? Or canst thou grudge thy utmost toil For treasures, none can steal or spoil ?