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Philip Sidney - Psalm 139
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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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