But the death of the just man is like the glorious sunset that rounds out and completes the perfect day. How lovingly the light lingers in the upper atmosphere! How the cloud-specks catch and reflect the sun’s rays, and see!—ere yet their golden tints are darkened—the evening star is shining.
The point
A righteous person's death is like a glorious sunset—beautiful, lingering in light, with promise in the evening star.
