One more rose

- The sunset, woven of soft lights And tender colors, lingers late, As looking back on all day's dreary plights, Compassionate; - The foolish day of hopes so high, Who counts her hours by blunders now, Yet wears at last this jewel-crown of sky Upon her brow. - Out to eternity she goes, Not for her failure scorned, but see! Our poor day flushed with beauty, one more rose On God's rose-tree. (The Sunset, Woven of Soft Lights by Katharine Lee Bates)