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Down floating through the rosy morning light

The Days come one by one in long array,

God’s radiant Messengers to man are they

Bearing His blessings earthwards in their flight,

Contentment, Peace, fair Love, and Pleasures bright;

And some bring Pain, but whisper as they lay

The burden on our hearts, “Another Day

Shall lift thy sorrow, first must come the night.”

Yet soon, their shining raiment stained and dim,

Our gentle guests in Folly’s thraldom sigh,

Till sunset signals call them home to Him

With trailing wings that sweep the twilight sky.

Oh, Night! fall fast to hide the wounds they bear,

Sin, crimson-dyed,—grey Doubt, and dark Despair!