Poems (Baldwyn)/It is not when Morning
IT IS NOT WHEN MORNING.
It is not when morning; Bestows her first beam, That the sky is the fairest And calmest the stream.
The sun doth ascend oft 'Mid gloomiest clouds; And the depth of their shadow Earth's beauty enshrouds.
In youth, hopes are lovely: But darkest despair Eclipses the glory Of light and life there.
That hour's the dearest When light's later beam Gilds the calm ev'ning sky And the unruffled stream.
And the calm holy peace In after life given, Is sweeter than fading joys Speaking of heaven.