I'll tell you how the sun rose,--
A ribbon at a time,
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then said I softly to myself,
"That must have been the sun!"
But how he set I know not;
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while.
Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
"Do not fear any of those things which you are about to suffer...Be faithful until death and I will give you a crown of life." Rev. 2:10