THE dawning day is beaming, The long night flies away, The gates of light are gleaming, Oped by the rosy ray. Thou beauteous light of earth, all hail! Let not thy cheering presence fail! Above all goodness dwelleth; Where, at the font of light, The angel-chorus swelleth, There it is ever bright! Though here in darksome vale we stray, 'Tis lighted by that glorious ray. Thy light and blessing sending From Thine own radiant side, While here our dark paths wending, Be Thou our guard and guide. Lift up the brightness of Thy face! Forsake not, Lord, Thy chosen race! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST A BIRTHDAY SONG by SIDNEY LANIER SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR UPLANDS IN MAY by CARL SANDBURG THREE SILENCES IN THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON |