HERE fades the last red glimmer of the sun;
Ere day is night, when on the glittering bar
The waves are foaming rubies, and afar
Streaks of red water, gold on the horizon,
On summer ripples rhythmically run;
Ere dusk is weaned, there sails on silver car
From the expectant East, the evening Star;
And all the threads of sorrow are unspun. {116B}
So He who ordered this shall still work thus,
And ere life’s lamp shall flicker into death,
And Time lose all his empire over us,
A gleam of Hope, of Knowledge, shall arise,
A star to silver o’er Death’s glooming skies,
And gladden the last labouring torch of breath.