Upon the Sun’s Reflection upon the Clouds in a Fair Morning

Look yonder, ah! methinks mine eyes do see
Clouds edged with silver, as fine garments be;

Look yonder, ah! methinks mine eyes do see
Clouds edged with silver, as fine garments be;
They look as if they saw that golden face
That makes black clouds most beautiful with grace.
Unto the saints’ sweet incense, or their prayer,
These smoky curdled clouds I do compare.
For as these clouds seem edged, or laced with gold,
Their prayers return with blessings manifold.

John Bunyan