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Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

By Selected Sonnets. IV. A Sunset Thought

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

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!

Yea! this whole world so vast, to Faith’s clear eye,

Is but that burning Bush full of His Power,

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!