  Through skies of molten gold and green the sun Floats with its cloud-wake o'er the glowing rim Of closing day; the same horizon brim Glows green and gold with a glad day begun. So closes life's full day, its guerdon won, To those whose trustful souls are joined to Him— The world's great Light—whose hand the splendors limn At once of breaking day and day that's done. |
|
