The Poetry of Real Life A New Edition, Much Enlarged and Improved. By Henry Ellison |
ON A BEAUTIFUL SUNSET, WITH NEWLY-GATHERED CLOUDS. |
The Poetry of Real Life | ||
ON A BEAUTIFUL SUNSET, WITH NEWLY-GATHERED CLOUDS.
Why do ye kindle up, ye Heavëns, now,Those gratulatory fires in the sky?
Is it because this sweet day hath gone by
Without a passing shade upon its brow,
That ye those clouds, which have, I know not how,
Gathered meanwhile, themselves scarce knowing why,
Light up with gold and crimson tracery,
To make them thus your triumph more avow?
The festival ye keep is innocent,
And your rejoicings holy in God's sight—
For they are not for the accomplishment
Of Man's blind ends, the triumph over Right
Of Wrong, but for the celebration meant
Of truths enduring as the firmament!
The Poetry of Real Life | ||