  Thou Sun! whose smile wreathes early Morn, A cheerful light to those forlorn, And dries the dripping eyes of dawn, Bless Life’s fleet day ere she be gone. Teach her to shine as unto thee, A lesser light as needs must be, A ray bent toward lonely places, Sun! whose beams reflect glad faces. I ask when Life’s young day is done, E’en as thy afterglow, O Sun! I might bequeath one worthy song, A candle in a world of wrong. |
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