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THE RISING SUN.
The king of day rides on,
To give the placid morning light;
On wheels of glory moves his throne,
Whose light adorns the earth.
To give the placid morning light;
On wheels of glory moves his throne,
Whose light adorns the earth.
When once his limpid maid
Has the imperial course begun,
The lark deserts the dusky shade,
And soars to meet the sun.
Has the imperial course begun,
The lark deserts the dusky shade,
And soars to meet the sun.
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Up from the orient deep
Aurora comes without delay,
With brooms of light the shade to sweep,
And drive the gloom away.
Aurora comes without delay,
With brooms of light the shade to sweep,
And drive the gloom away.
Ye ghostly scenes give way,
Our king is coming now in sight,
Beaming the diadem of day,
Whose crest expels the night.
Our king is coming now in sight,
Beaming the diadem of day,
Whose crest expels the night.
Thus we, like birds, retreat
To groves, and hide from every eye;
Our slumbering dust will rise and meet
Its morning in the sky.
To groves, and hide from every eye;
Our slumbering dust will rise and meet
Its morning in the sky.
The immaterial sun,
Now hid within empyreal gloom,
Will break forth in a brighter theme,
And call us from the tomb.
Now hid within empyreal gloom,
Will break forth in a brighter theme,
And call us from the tomb.
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