THE DRUID HYMN TO THE SUN.
O sacred fount of life to all!
Before thy glorious beam we fall,
And strike with raptur'd hand the lyre;
To thee we lift our wond'ring eyes;
To thee the hymn of morn shall rise,
And bless thy mounting orb of fire.
Chorus.
Hail to that orb, from whose rich fountain flow
Beams that illume and glad the world below.
Unseen by thee had Nature mourn'd;
No smile her Æthiop cheek adorn'd;
Pale Night had spread her spectred reign,
And death-like Horror rul'd the scene.
Chorus.
All hail the beams that night destroy,
And wake an opening world to joy!
Bright spreading o'er the vast of gloom,
That chase the spectres to their tomb.
