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Psalm 139

O Lord in me there lieth nought    But to thy search revealed lies;          For when I sit          Thou markest it:    Nor less thou notest when I rise:

Yea, closest closet of my thought    Hath open windows to thine eyes.

Thou walkest with me when I walk;     When to my bed for rest I go,          I find thee there,          And everywhere,    Not youngest thought in me doth grow,

No, not one word I cast to talk    But, yet unuttered, thou dost know.

If forth I march, thou goest before;    If back I turn, thou com'st behind;          So forth nor back          Thy guard I lack;    Nay, on me too thy hand I find.

Well I thy wisdom may adore,    But never reach with earthly mind.

To shun thy notice, leave thine eye,    O whither might I take my way?            To starry sphere?            Thy throne is there:    To dead men's undelightsome stay?

There is thy walk, and there to lie    Unknown, in vain should I assay.

O sun, whom light nor flight can match!    Suppose thy lightful flightful wings            Thou lend to me,            And I could flee    As far as thee the evening brings:

Even led to west he would me catch    Nor should I lurk with western things.

Do thou thy best,

O secret night!    In sable veil to cover me:            Thy sable veil            Shall vainly fail:    With day unmasked my night shall be,

For night is day, and darkness light,    O Father of all lights, to thee.

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Sir Philip Sidney

Sir Philip Sidney (30 November 1554 – 17 October 1586) was an English poet, courtier, scholar and soldier who is remembered as one of the most p…

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