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TO THE SUN.
Or in thy gaze the icebound waters melt,
As spring returns before thy burning brow,
I wonder not that Persia’s children knelt,
And deemed thou wast the Heaven wherein the Eternal dwelt.
As spring returns before thy burning brow,
I wonder not that Persia’s children knelt,
And deemed thou wast the Heaven wherein the Eternal dwelt.
Thou isle of brightness’mid an azure sea!
As oft I gaze on thee at closing day,
I feel my spirit fluttering to be free,—
To cast its bonds of ignorance away,
And learn thy mysteries; and then I say,
Peace, restless spirit!—yet a little time
And your frail prison will have changed to clay,
And thou shalt stand before the throne of Him
To whose veiled brow of light this glorious lamp is dim!
As oft I gaze on thee at closing day,
I feel my spirit fluttering to be free,—
To cast its bonds of ignorance away,
And learn thy mysteries; and then I say,
Peace, restless spirit!—yet a little time
And your frail prison will have changed to clay,
And thou shalt stand before the throne of Him
To whose veiled brow of light this glorious lamp is dim!
