Look yonder, ah! methinks mine eyes do see <br />Clouds edged with silver, as fine garments be; <br />They look as if they saw that golden face <br />That makes black clouds most beautiful with grace. <br />Unto the saints' sweet incense, or their prayer, <br />These smoky curdled clouds I do compare. <br />For as these clouds seem edged, or laced with gold, <br />Their prayers return with blessings manifold.<br /><br />John Bunyan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-the-sun-s-reflection-upon-the-clouds-in-a-f/
