Poems (Helen Jenkins)/Sunset Illumination, Nov. 27, 1883

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THE SUNSET ILLUMINATION. Nov. 27, 1883.
A wondrous glory gilds the western sky—A rich, unrivaled brilliancy,Showing, with rare intensity,    The rainbow tints.
This bright, auroral, burnished lightSeems, as we look, to come to-nightFrom other worlds just out of sight    Beyond the hills.
O vision grand, magnificent!As if the glorious Orient,To thee, for one brief hour, hadst lent    Her sweetest charm.
The bare brown trees are glorified;The gates of sapphire opened wideFor us, in this sweet eventide;    And God is here.
Our robes the wings of seraphs brush:We feel the power, the fearful hush,As Moses at "the burning bush"    His presence felt.
How sweet the mingled awe and blissWhich come to us in hours like this!God writes his grandest mysteries    On scrolls of fire.
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