Yet never sleep the sun up. Prayer shou'd Dawn with the day. There are set, awful hours 'Twixt heaven and us. The manna was not good After sun-rising; far day sullies flowres. Rise to prevent the sun; sleep doth sin glut, And heaven's gate opens when the world's is shut.
Henry Vaughan, Henry Francis Lyte (1847). “Silex scintillans. Sacred poems and private ejaculations (with a mem. by H.F. Lyte).”, p.56
