Flowers rejoice when night is done,
Lift their heads to greet the sun;
Sweetest looks and odours raise,
In a silent hymn of praise.
So my heart would turn away
From the darkness to the day;
Lying open in God’s sight
Like a flower in the light.
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Matins
by Henry van Dyke Jr.
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