The brightest thing a house can do, When morning fills the skies, Is just to catch the sun's first rays, And flash the brilliant prize. No eighty-candle lights within Can match the dazzling sight, And every window-pane becomes A fusillade of light! Thus, thus it is when households kneel In humble morning prayer, The very Sun of Righteousness Is caught and captured there; And all the day, in all its ways, However dull they be, The happy windows of that home Are scintillant to see! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAPPER KAPLINSKI AT THE NORTH SIDE CUE CLUB by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WRECK OF THE CIRCUS TRAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH WORDS IN A CERTAIN APPROPRIATE MODE by HAYDEN CARRUTH EXPLICATION OF AN IMAGINARY TEXT by JAMES GALVIN |