Here you will find the Poem Upon A Lowering Of Morning of poet John Bunyan
Well, with the day I see the clouds appear, And mix the light with darkness everywhere; This threatening is, to travellers that go Long journeys, slabby rain they'll have, or snow. Else, while I gaze, the sun doth with his beams Belace the clouds, as 'twere with bloody streams; This done, they suddenly do watery grow, And weep, and pour their tears out where they go. Comparison. Thus 'tis when gospel light doth usher in To us both sense of grace and sense of sin; Yea, when it makes sin red with Christ's blood, Then we can weep till weeping does us good.