J.B. Toner

The sun!  A million bird-hymns split the skies,
    His crimson halo sanctifies the peaks,
    Flings green on grass and blue on babbling creeks,
The violets open dew-bespangled eyes,
The shadows spring away in swift surprise,
    Bright clouds rush outwards, galleons white and sleek,
    A merry day his golden beams bespeak,
And azure oriflammes proclaim his rise.
  The restless specters of the fearful night
    With elvish smiles unmask themselves as trees;
  The beauty of the earth, once hid from sight,
    Stands veilless, to be seen with joyful ease—
  And I who doubted God’s returning light
    Fall penitent and laughing to my knees.