His Sunlight.
Who hath not stood upon some mountain height1
And watched the earth, mist-mantled, grey and cold,2
And longed the veil to lift, and see unfold3
A thousand beauties to his wondering sight ?4
When lo ! the sun has risen with magic might,5
The mists have melted—mountains grand and bold,6
Fair dimpling vales, and many a peaceful fold,7
All, all are sparkling in the morning light.8
Of us the type ; while wrapped in selfish ease,9
Who can discern in us the Godhead’s plan ?10
Seeking none other than himself to please,11
How poor, imperfect, dark, the soul of man !12
But once His glorious sunlight pierces through,13
The mist is gone, and Heaven disclosed to view !14