THE Cloud that frowns on what we prize Endears it but the more It gains new lustre in our eyes When once the Storm is o'er. Since George escap'd the mad design That threaten'd us with Night The Royal Virtues seem to shine With more resplendent light. So when the dread Eclipse is gone The happy Persians gaze Upon their Deity the Sun And give him double Praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SNOW-STORM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO SIR HENRY GOODYERE by BEN JONSON THE CHILD ALONE: 1. THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IMAGINATION by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE COMPLAINT OF FANCY by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |