As warmth and daylight fade and slip away,
The vacuum dusk engulfing fast the light,
The sun, constrained, meand'ring out of sight,
We grasp then an ephem'ral, dying ray,
And shadows cast in begging it to stay;
For dusk seems darker than the coming night,
As dark unknowns do fill our souls with fright
And make us ask if e'er will dawn the day.
Yet as the pressing night is coming on,
We see the greatest light that we have yet:
We realize then how much will soon be gone,
And never more appreciate the sun
Then as 't in blazing, glorious clouds does set--
And still despite the night will come the dawn.
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