XXXI. Summer Evening

How fine has the day been! How bright was the sun!
How lovely and joyful the course that he run!
Though he rose in a mist, when his race he begun,
And there followed some droppings of rain.
But now the fair traveller’s come to the west,
His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best;
He paints the skies gay, as he sinks to his rest,
And foretels a bright rising again.

Just such is the Christian. His course he begins
Like the sun in a mist, while he mourns for his sins,
And melts into tears. Then he breaks out and shines,
And travels his heavenly way.
But when he comes nearer to finish his race,
Like a fine setting sun, he looks richer in grace,
And gives a sure hope, at the end of his days,
Of rising in brighter array.

Text Information
First Line: How fine has the day been! How bright was the sun!
Title: Summer Evening
Language: English
Publication Date: 1827
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