Well, with the day I see the clouds appear, <br />And mix the light with darkness everywhere; <br />This threatening is, to travellers that go <br />Long journeys, slabby rain they'll have, or snow. <br />Else, while I gaze, the sun doth with his beams <br />Belace the clouds, as 'twere with bloody streams; <br />This done, they suddenly do watery grow, <br />And weep, and pour their tears out where they go. <br /> <br />Comparison. <br /> <br />Thus 'tis when gospel light doth usher in <br />To us both sense of grace and sense of sin; <br />Yea, when it makes sin red with Christ's blood, <br />Then we can weep till weeping does us good.<br /><br />John Bunyan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-a-lowering-of-morning/
