WHEN first the sun dispels the cloudy night, The glad hills catch the radiance from afar, And smile for joy. We say, "How fair they are, Tree, rock, and heather-bloom, so clear and bright!" But when the sun draws near in westering might, Enfolding all in one transcendent blaze Of sunset glow, we trace them not, but gaze And wonder at the glorious, holy light. Come nearer, Sun of Righteousness! that we, Whose swift short hours of day so swiftly run, So overflowed with love and light may be, So lost in glory of the nearing Sun, That not our light, but Thine, the world may see, New praise to Thee through our poor lives be won. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITCHCRAFT BY A PICTURE by JOHN DONNE HOW WE BURNED THE 'PHILADELPHIA' by BARRETT EASTMAN SAMSON AGONISTES by JOHN MILTON THE EBB AND FLOW by EDWARD TAYLOR WHY DON'T THE MEN PROPOSE? by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY ELEGIAC SONNET TO A MOPSTICK by WILLIAM BECKFORD |