Text: | On the Sun's Rising |
1 Hail to thy brightness, glorious sun!
That gilds the op'ning day;
How far beyond the cold pale moon,
Thy warm superior ray!
At thy approach all nature smiles,
Its orient tears dry up;
The birds with songs, the time beguiles,
With glad'ning joys they hop.
2 But ah! how sort the transient gleam,
Thy hast'ning steps forebode,
That the refulgence of thy beam
Do but a transient good;
yet still a sun prepares to rise,
That brings eternal day,
And shews us an immortal prize,
That never will decay.
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First Line: | Hail to thy brightness, glorious sun |
Title: | On the Sun's Rising |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1803 |