I started reading a little poetry.
I really like the hymn Of the Father's Love Begotten. Aurelius Clemens Prudentius wrote it. So, I bought a compilation of some of his hymns.
Here is a discriminate sampling from his Hymn at Cock-Crow taken from The Hymns of Prudentius.
Awake! the shining day is born!
The herald cock proclaims the morn;
And Christ, the soul's Awakener, cries,
Bidding us back to life arise.
Though sleep be but a passing guest
'Tis type of death's perpetual rest:
Our sins are as a ghastly night,
And seal with slumbers deep our sight.
But from the wide roof of the sky
Christ's voice peals forth with urgent cry,
Calling our sleep-bound hearts to rise
And greet the dawn with wakeful eyes.
Gold, honours, pleasure, wealth and ease,
And all the joys that mortals please,
Joys with a fatal glamour fraught--
When morning comes, lo! all are nought.
But Thou, O Christ, put sleep to flight
And break the iron bands of night,
Free us from burden of past sin
And shed Thy morning rays within.
This is just a fantastic hymn overall. And is much longer than what I have given. It beautifully and wonderfully wraps into itself lots of imagery of sleep, death, morning, life, sin, and the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Wonderful.