The sun is just completing his long day, He has a brilliant crown upon his head, And gorgeous crimson robe that he has spread Across the western sky; he'll soon away To brighten up another country gray. He journeys softly and with stealthy tread, On fleecy clouds, edged 'round with flaming red; With smiling face turned west, he leads the way. How well, when we have reached the long hill crest, And slipping down the other side and out, And tired of earth, and time for us to rest— If we could draw our mantle close about And calmly smile into the glowing West, Without an earthly fear, nor dread, nor doubt. |