I saw the sun set golden on a hill With crimson streamers of the dying day Mid molten copper clouds, with many a ray And glowing shaft of dazzling light, and still The sunlight faded not, but seemed to fill The sky with splendor as if it would stay Forever beautiful nor pass away Except in glory and with dauntless will. I thought of souls who bravely journeyed on Beneath dull skies, beset by pain and strife, Without the light of gladsome sun to send Them strength, until, when every hope seeme...

I saw the sun set golden on a hill With crimson streamers of the dying day Mid molten copper clouds, with many a ray And glowing shaft of dazzling light, and still The sunlight faded not, but seemed to fill The sky with splendor as if it would stay Forever beautiful nor pass away Except in glory and with dauntless will. I thought of souls who bravely journeyed on Beneath dull skies, beset by pain and strife, Without the light of gladsome sun to send Them strength, until, when every hope seeme...