O Morning Star, first of all the sons of light
And source from whom all other lights have sprung,
You shine the splendor of your Father’s glory,
Rising over all his righteous Sun
With healing in your wings for those you call.
Come, Dayspring, break on those who sit in night;
Pour forth abroad your glory’s shining beams
To wake all those who sleep in shades of death.
This is a verse expansion or meditation on the fifth of the O Antiphons; the first and second poems in this project appeared two weeks ago and last week respectively, and the third and fourth earlier this week. I hope and expect to finish this series next week.
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