I’ll tell you how the sun rose, -
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
Superfluous were the Sun
When Excellence be dead
We can but follow to the Sun—
As oft as He go down
The Sun—just touched the Morning—
The Morning—Happy thing—
The Daisy follows soft the Sun—
And when his golden walk is done—
Make me a picture of the sun—
So I can hang it in my room—
The Sun and Moon must make their haste—
The Stars express around
The Sun kept setting—setting—still
No Hue of Afternoon—
So set its Sun in Thee
What Day be dark to me—
The Sun kept stooping—stooping—low!
The Hills to meet him rose!
When I have seen the Sun emerge
From His amazing House—