In the Morning

Chapter 59: PSALM LXXX.

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A sequence of lyric poems that meditates on dawn, nature, and spiritual feeling, often deploying mountain, forest, and seaside imagery to probe grief, consolation, and renewal. Poems move among quiet pastorals, occasional and domestic verse, devotional hymns, translations, and lighter nonsense pieces, following seasonal rhythms and holiday observances. The voice shifts between elegiac introspection and bright affirmation, favoring sensory detail—birdsong, running water, sunlight—and a consolatory outlook that finds moral and emotional sustenance in simple scenes and ritual moments.

PSALM LXXX.

“Turn us again, O God of Hosts, and cause

Thy face to shine.”

When fades the light of day,

And night in silence steals across the sky,

We know it is not that the glorious sun

Has left his steadfast throne amid the heavens,

But that our little earth has turned away

And hid its face till morning shall appear.

So may we, in our blackest night of doubt

And troubled thought, return once more to Thee,

Till Thou hast risen, O Sun of Righteousness,

And all the evil things of darkness born

Have fled before the shining of Thy face.