When night comes...

When night comes, list thy deeds; make plain the way

’Twixt heaven and thee; block it not with delays;

But perfect all before thou sleep’st: then say:

There’s one sun more strung on my bead of days.

What’s good, score up for joy; the bad, well scann’d.

Wash off with tears, and get thy Master’s hand.

...Henry Vaughan image