Forget Me Not/1827/To the Last Star of Morning
< Forget Me Not | 1827
TO THE LAST STAR OF MORNING.
BY THE REV. DR. BOOKER.
Meek lamp of heaven! thy splendors fade away,
As proudly rises the bright king of day;
Who, clothed in grandeur, all around him, far,
Pours floods of radiance from his fiery car.
Pale and more pale thy softer lustre grows,
As ruddier, with his beams, yon orient glows:
So shall my little lamp of life decline,
As that which never wanes begins to shine.
Then, when has pass’d away this mortal night,
Full, on my raptured view, shall visions bright
Burst! while thy portals, heaven! shall wide display
The boundless glories of eternal day.
As proudly rises the bright king of day;
Who, clothed in grandeur, all around him, far,
Pours floods of radiance from his fiery car.
Pale and more pale thy softer lustre grows,
As ruddier, with his beams, yon orient glows:
So shall my little lamp of life decline,
As that which never wanes begins to shine.
Then, when has pass’d away this mortal night,
Full, on my raptured view, shall visions bright
Burst! while thy portals, heaven! shall wide display
The boundless glories of eternal day.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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