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Noon

The sun is swiftly mounted high
It glitters in the southern sky
Its beams with force & glory beat
And fruitful earth is filled with heat.
Father also with thy fire
Warm the cold the dead desire
And make the sacred love of thee
Within my soul as sun to me
Let it shine so fairly bright
That nothing else be took for light
That wordly charms be seen to fade
And in its lustre find a shade
Let it strongly shine within
To scatter all the clouds of sin
That drive when gusts of passions rise
And intercept it from our eyes
Let its glory more than vie
With the sun that lights the sky
Let it swiftly mount on air
Mount with that & leave it there
And soar with more aspiring flight
To realms of everlasting light
Thus while here Im forced to be
I daily wish to live with thee
And feel that union which thy love
Will after death complete above.