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um, quos creber inplet error, concreta quos malarum vitiat cupido rerum. 120 Sat est quiete dulci fessum fovere corpus: sat, si nihil sinistrum vanae minentur umbrae. Cultor Dei memento 125 te fontis et lavacri rorem subisse sanctum, te chrismate innotatum. Fac, cum vocante somno castum petis cubile, 130 frontem locumque cordis crucis figura signet. Crux pellit omne crimen, fugiunt crucem tenebrae: tali dicata signo 135 mens fluctuare nescit. Procul, o procul vagantum portenta somniorum, procul esto pervicaci praestigiator astu! 140 O tortuose serpens, qui mille per Maeandros fraudesque flexuosas agitas quieta corda, Discede, Christus hic est, 145 hic Christus est, liquesce: signum quod ipse nosti damnat tuam catervam. Corpus licet fatiscens iaceat recline paullum, 150 Christum tamen sub ipso meditabimur sopore. VI. HYMN BEFORE SLEEP Draw near, Almighty Father, Ne'er seen by mortal eye; Come, O Thou Word eternal, O Spirit blest, be nigh. One light of threefold Godhead, One power that all transcends; God is of God begotten, And God from both descends. The hour of rest approaches, The toils of day are past, And o'er our tired bodies Sleep's gentle charm is cast. The mind, by cares tormented Amid life's storm and stress, Drinks deep the wondrous potion That brings forgetfulness. O'er weary, toil-worn mortals The spells of Lethe steal; Sad hearts lose all their sorrow, Nor pain nor anguish feel. For to His frail creation God gave this law to keep, That labour should be lightened By soft and healing sleep. But while sweet languor wanders Through all the pulsing veins, And, wrapt in dewy slumber, The heart at rest remains, The soul, in wakeful vigour, Aloft in freedom flies, And sees in many a semblance The hidden mysteries. For, freed from care, the spirit That came from out the sky, Born of the stainless aether, Can never idle lie. A thousand changing phantoms She fashions through the night, And 'midst a world of fancy Pursues her rapid flight. But divers are the visions That night to dreamers shows; Rare gleams of straying splendour T
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