In Due Time

The sun comes up
In a pale blue sky,
And rides the day
Into the cobalt dye,

With all-seeing glare
It scans the world,
Finds banners of evil
And of good unfurled.

At night it sinks
In the crimson west
Having seen the worst,
Having seen the best.

Oh, strange and strange
Are the sights it sees!
Is there sense at all
In Time's decrees?

In God we hope,
To God we pray--
Mayhap we know
Another day.