That fiery ball of light
So awesome as it's bright
Which stands for things when true
Which honeyed lies can't do
The sun may dim within
Like when the truth didn't win
And darkest in the most
When reason had been lost
At times fortune declines
Believe the sun still shines,
For Eskimos are right
The sun can show at night.
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