THOSE evening clouds, that setting ray, And beauteous tints, serve to display Their great Creator's praise; Then let the short-lived thing call'd man, Whose life's comprised within a span, To him his homage raise. We often praise the evening clouds, And tints so gay and bold, But seldom think upon our God, Who tinged these clouds with gold! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISIONS: 4. A ROSE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 3. AFTER THE CLUB-DANCE by THOMAS HARDY DOLORES by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE LOVE'S WISDOM by ALFRED AUSTIN MAY 30, 1893 by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE IVORY GATE; THRENODY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HEART'S EASE by MATHILDE BLIND TO A LADY WHO HAD LOST A RELATIVE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |