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 118. Evening  From St. Gregory Nazianzen.  O HOLIEST Truth! how have I lied to Thee! I vow'd this day Thy festival should be:  But I am dim ere night. Surely I made my prayer, and I did deem That I could keep in me Thy morning beam,  Immaculate and bright. But my foot slipp'd; and, as I lay, he came, My gloomy foe, and robbed me of heaven's flame. Help Thou my darkness, Lord, till I am light.  Oxford .  1834.