The sun comes forth; each mountain height <br />Glows with a tinge of rosy light, <br />And flowers, that slumbered through the night, <br />Their dewy leaves unfold; <br />A flood of splendor bursts on high, <br />And ocean's breast reflects a sky <br />Of crimson and of gold. <br /> <br />Oh! thou art glorious, orb of day! <br />Exulting nations hail thy ray, <br />Creation swells a choral lay, <br />To welcome thy return; <br />From thee all nature draws her hues, <br />Thy beams the insect's wings suffuse, <br />And in the diamond burn. <br /> <br />Yet must thou fade; when earth and heaven <br />By fire and tempest shall be riven, <br />Thou, from thy sphere of radiance driven, <br />Oh Sun! must fall at last; <br />Another heaven, another earth, <br />Far other glory shall have birth, <br />When all we see is past. <br /> <br />But He, who gave the word of might, <br />'Let there be light' and there was light, <br />Who bade thee chase the gloom of night, <br />And beam, the world to bless; <br />For ever bright, for ever pure, <br />Alone unchanging shall endure, <br />The Sun of Righteousness!<br /><br />Felicia Dorothea Hemans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun-66/
