Light.

My light thou art, without thy glorious sight

My eyes are darkened with eternal night;

My Love, thou art my way, my life, my light.

Thou art my way, I wander if thou fly;

Thou art my light, if hid, how blind am I!

Thou art my life, if thou withdraw'st I die.

Thou art my life; if thou but turn away,

My life's a thousand deaths. Thou art my way;

Without thee, Love, I travel not, but stray.

Lord John Wilmot