The sunset, woven of soft lights <br />And tender colors, lingers late, <br />As looking back on all day's dreary plights, <br />Compassionate; <br />— The foolish day of hopes so high, <br />Who counts her hours by blunders now, <br />Yet wears at last this jewel-crown of sky <br />Upon her brow. <br />Out to eternity she goes, <br />Not for her failure scorned, but see! <br />Our poor day flushed with beauty, one more rose <br />On God's rose-tree. <br /> <br />The Sunset, Woven of Soft Lights <br /> <br />by Katharine Lee Bates
