The heavens declare the glory of God,
and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.
Nighttime
by HWatts
As shadow veils the day in silent grace
and night arrives to take the daylight's place,
sunset turns the west a painted fountain spouting,
then fades sunlight, fades the summer west,
ades birds' singing, fades a distant shouting.
The rising moon emits its pale moonlight
and all the clouds surrounding it turn white.
Wind-blown yellow fields of flowing grain below
bowing with their yields, laden but at rest,
safe in golden rays then softly glow.
And as the moon moves ever on its way,
basking in the starlight it loves best,
it disappears, o'ertaken by the day.