CXVIII + 

Evening + 

From St. Gregory Nazianzen + 

O Holiest Truth! how have I lied to Thee! + 

I vow’d this day Thy festival should be: + 

But I am dim ere night. + 

Surely I made my prayer, and I did deem + 

That I could keep in me Thy morning beam, + 

Immaculate and bright. + 

But my foot slipp’d; and, as I lay, he came, + 

My gloomy foe, and robbed me of heaven’s flame. + 

Help Thou my darkness, Lord, till I am light. + 