Angel, king of streaming morn;
Cherub, call'd by Heav'n to shine;
T' orient tread the waste forlorn;
Guide ætherial, pow'r divine;
Thou, Lord of all within!
Golden spirit, lamp of day,
Host, that dips in blood the plain,
Bids the crimson'd mead be gay,
Bids the green blood burst the vein;
Thou, Lord of all within!
Soul, that wraps the globe in light;
Spirit, beckoning to arise;
Drives the frowning brow of night,
Glory bursting o'er the skies;
Thou, Lord of all within!
Sun
Henry Rowe
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Poem topics: angel, green, light, night, soul, king, guide, plain, lamp, shine, divine, waste, golden, Valentine's Day, crimson, spirit, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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