When night comes, list thy deeds...

When night comes, list thy deeds; make plain the way
'Twixt heaven and thee; block it not with delays;
But perfect all before thou sleep'st: then say,
"There's one sun more strung on my Bead of days."
What's good, score up for joy; the bad, well scann'd
Wash off with tears, and get thy Master's hand.
... Henry Vaughan image