| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Selected Sonnets.
IV. A Sunset Thought | | By Henry Ellison (1811–1880) |
| | (As Revised for “The Poetry of Real Life”)
THE SUN is burning with intensest light | |
| Behind yon grove; which, in the golden glow | |
| Of unconsuming Fire, burns; as though | |
| It were the Bush, in which to Moses’ sight | |
| The Lord appeared! And O, am I not right | 5 |
| In thinking that he reappears e’en now | |
| To me, in the old Glory? So I bow | |
| My head, in wonder hush’d, before His might! | |
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| Yea! this whole world so vast, to Faith’s clear eye, | |
| Is but that burning Bush full of His Power, | 10 |
| His Light, and Glory; not consumed thereby, | |
| But made transparent: till, in each least flower, | |
| Yea! in each smallest leaf, she can descry | |
| His Spirit shining through it visibly! | | | | |
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