Classic Poem

Day is a silver veil
God draws across the stars;
Night is a mourning-veil
The heavens wear for wars;
Life is a bridal veil,
Cross-wrought with gems and scars.

Day dazzles, and destroys
The mellow lights of truth;
Night blinds us to our joys
With tears for the day's ruth;
Life's cross-work vague decoys
The strong right arm of youth.

Ere long, through noon-day fire
Truth's stars burn all the time;
Ere long, the heavens tire
Of Night's sad pantomime;
Ere long, Life's veiled desire
In God finds rest sublime.