The Sun's kingly impression.
Unfailingly up-praised of
Morn on crowned morn, this:
As one wing, enveloping;
As one voice, harmonizing.
Translates, treed, Earth's bliss.
That beneficent aura!
A glory unto itself!
Life giving's love-aspect.
What in blushed east-bent flower
As a weak-kneed admirer
Could none but detect!
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