O let me climb
W. Ogdon
O let me climb
When I lie down.
The pious souls by night
Is like a clouded star
Whose beams tho said
To shed their light
Under some dark cloud
Yet are above
And shine and move
Beyond that misty shroud.
So in my bed
That curtained grave, though
Sleep like ashes hides by lamp,
And life I will Thee abide.