YON lovely star, that greets our eyes, Oft as prevails descending night, And lives divinely in the skies, Forever pure, forever bright; Though clouds may often veil its face, Or midnight tempests roll between, They pass, and leave no single trace On all its perfect beauty seen. And thus, though clouds, with drooping wing, May sometimes hover o'er thy way, And human care and sorrow fling Life's passing sadness on the day; Still, as these transient shadows roll, May all thy spirit's lustre rise, Undimmed the pathway of thy soul, Bright and eternal in the skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VAIN TEARS, FR. THE QUEEN OF CORINTH by JOHN FLETCHER SONNET: 148 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A LULLABY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA REASONABLE MELANCHOLY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE SUMMONS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET WHITE SPIRITUAL by WILLIAM BERRY |