A Sonnet to the Savior

When e'er I look upon the sky,
Or gaze upon the azure sea
Beauty may I in these descry—
Beauty reflected all from thee.
Of beauties all, more beauteous far
For beauty do they from thee reflect
As light is from an aery tarn
Perched atop a mountains crest.
When thou doth leave, their beauty fades
Its source being gone, its signs make haste
To where thou art, and there they stay;
Enlightening this barren waste.
And if thou wilt, will I thy servant be;
Whatever thou dost wish will I do for thee.