Author Ambrose Philips So , when the Sun, with his Meridian Light, Too fiercely darts upon our feeble Sight; We thank th'officious Cloud, by whose kind Aid We view his Glory, lessen'd in a Shade. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments