THE red sun is gone, Thou Light of the heart, Blessed Three, Holy One, To Thy servants a sun Everlasting impart. There were Lauds in the morn, Here are Vespers at even; Oh, may we adorn Thy temple new born With our voices in Heaven. To the Father be praise, And praise to the Son And the Spirit always, While the infinite days Of eternity run. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MINOR POET by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET NOT OUR GOOD LUCK by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE SUICIDE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A JOYFUL SONG OF FIVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DILIGENCE IS TO MAGIC AS PROGRESS IS TO FLIGHT by MARIANNE MOORE |