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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WATCHING UNTO GOD IN THE NIGHT SEASON (2), by JEANNE MARIE BOUVIER DE LA MOTTE GUYON Poet's Biography First Line: Season of my purest pleasure Last Line: Our unhappiness proceeds. Alternate Author Name(s): Guion, De La Mothe; Guyon, Jeanne Marie Bouvieres De La Mothe; Guyon Du Chesnoy | |||
SEASON of my purest pleasure, Sealer of observing eyes! When, in larger, freer measure, I can commune with the skies; While, beneath thy shade extended, Weary man forgets his woes, I, my daily trouble ended, Find, in watching, my repose. Silence all around prevailing, Nature hushed in slumber sweet, No rude noise mine ears assailing, Now my God and I can meet: Universal nature slumbers, And my soul partakes the calm, Breathes her ardour out in numbers, Plaintive song or lofty psalm. Now my passion, pure and holy, Shines and burns without restraint, Which the day's fatigue and folly Cause to languish, dim and faint: Charming hours of relaxation! How I dread the ascending sun! Surely idle conversation Is an evil, matched by none. Worldly prate and babble hurt me; Unintelligible prove; Neither teach me nor divert me; I have ears for none but Love. Me they rude esteem, and foolish, Hearing my absurd replies; I have neither art's fine polish Nor the knowledge of the wise. Simple souls, and unpolluted By conversing with the great, Have a mind and taste ill suited To their dignity and state; All their talking, reading, writing, Are but talents misapplied; Infants' prattle I delight in, Nothing human chuse beside. 'Tis the secret fear of sinning Checks my tongue, or I should say, When I see the night beginning, I am glad of parting day: Love this gentle admonition Whispers soft within my breast; "Choice befits not thy condition, "Acquiescence suits thee best." Henceforth, the repose and pleasure Night affords me I resign; And Thy will shall be the measure, Wisdom Infinite! of mine: Wishing is but inclination Quarrelling with Thy decrees; Wayward nature finds the occasion,-- 'Tis her folly and disease. Night, with its sublime enjoyments, Now no longer will I chuse; Nor the day, with its employments, Irksome as they seem, refuse: Lessons of a God's inspiring Neither time nor place impedes; From our wishing and desiring Our unhappiness proceeds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FIGURATIVE DESCRIPTION OF ... PROCEDURE OF DIVINE LOVE by JEANNE MARIE BOUVIER DE LA MOTTE GUYON ADORATION by JEANNE MARIE BOUVIER DE LA MOTTE GUYON ASPIRATIONS OF THE SOUL AFTER GOD by JEANNE MARIE BOUVIER DE LA MOTTE GUYON DIVINE JUSTICE AMIABLE by JEANNE MARIE BOUVIER DE LA MOTTE GUYON DIVINE LOVE ENDURES NO RIVAL by JEANNE MARIE BOUVIER DE LA MOTTE GUYON GLORY TO GOD ALONE by JEANNE MARIE BOUVIER DE LA MOTTE GUYON GOD HIDES HIS PEOPLE by JEANNE MARIE BOUVIER DE LA MOTTE GUYON GOD NEITHER KNOWN NOR LOVED BY THE WORLD by JEANNE MARIE BOUVIER DE LA MOTTE GUYON GRATITUDE AND LOVE TO GOD by JEANNE MARIE BOUVIER DE LA MOTTE GUYON HAPPY SOLITUDE - UNHAPPY MEN by JEANNE MARIE BOUVIER DE LA MOTTE GUYON |
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