A Sigh

Evening sunshine never Solace to my window bears, Morning sunshine elsewhere fares;— Here are shadows ever. Sunshine freely falling, Wilt thou not my chamber find? Here some rays would reach a mind, 'Mid the dark appalling. Morning sunshine's gladness, Oh, thou art my childhood bright; While thou playest pure and white, I would weep in sadness. Evening sunshine's whiling, Oh, thou art the wise man's rest;— Farther on! Then from the west Greet my window smiling! Morning sunshine's singing, Oh, thou art the fantasy That the sun-glad world lifts free, Past my powers' winging. Evening sunshine's quiet, Thou art more than wisdom's rest, Christian faith glows in thee blest: Calm my soul's wild riot!