How fine has the day been!
How bright was the sun, How lovely and joyful the course that he run!
Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun,
And there followed some droppings of rain:
But now the fair traveller's come to the west,
His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best;
He paints the skies gay as he sinks to his rest,
And foretells a bright rising again.
~ Isaac Watts (1674-1748 AD) – a well known English hymn-writer, theologian & logician