Sun rise on a brand new morn



This is the place. Stand still, my steed,
Let me review the scene,
And summon from the shadowy Past
The forms that once have been. 

The Past and Present here unite
Beneath Time’s flowing tide,
Like footprints hidden by a brook,
But seen on either side.



Though thoughts, deep-rooted in my heart,
Like pine-trees dark and high,
Subdue the light of noon, and breathe
A low and ceaseless sigh; 

This memory brightens o’er the past,
As when the sun, concealed
Behind some cloud that near us hangs
Shines on a distant field.


~ A Gleam of Sunshine – H.W Longfellow