|Joseph Farquharson Glow'd with tints of evening hours|
While the earth remains,
Seedtime and harvest,
Cold and heat,
Winter and summer,
And day and night
Shall not cease.
|Vincent Van Gogh Enclosed Field with Rising Sun|
In the heavens God has set a tabernacle for the sun,
Which is like a bridegroom
coming out of his chamber,
And rejoices like a strong man to run its race.
Its rising is from one end of heaven,
And its circuit to the other end;
And there is nothing hidden from its heat.