 | At Sunset |  |
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NIGHT THOUGHTS
I
'T is our sun's light that returns
Where flame-cinctured Saturn burns.
Where flame-cinctured Saturn burns.
'T is our Holy One whose grace
Shines in each illumined face.
Shines in each illumined face.
Lavish Noon lies all abroad,
Midnight doth her treasures hoard.
Midnight doth her treasures hoard.
Thro' close darkness oft is won
Highest light of soul or sun.
Highest light of soul or sun.
II
Night her starry gems doth hoard,
Day's delights are freely poured,
Yet is beautiful the play
Of succeeding Night and Day,
Sun and shadow, work and rest,
And the star-lamps for God's guest.
Day's delights are freely poured,
Yet is beautiful the play
Of succeeding Night and Day,
Sun and shadow, work and rest,
And the star-lamps for God's guest.
| At Sunset | |