Thursday, August 12, 2010

How Fine Has The Day Been...

How fine has the day been! how bright was the sun, How lovely and joyful the course that he run! Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun, And there followed some droppings of rain: But now the fair travelers come to the west, his rays are all gold and his beauties are best; he paints the skies gay as he sinks to his rest, And foretells a bright rising again.----- Isaac Watts

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