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A WINTER SUNRISE.
Speed on, ye light-winged carriers
Of hope and heartening new!
Throw down the night's black barriers
And let Apollo through!
Apollo waits without there,
Curbing his steeds of flame;
The stars of morning shout there
The mighty sun-god's name.
Of hope and heartening new!
Throw down the night's black barriers
And let Apollo through!
Apollo waits without there,
Curbing his steeds of flame;
The stars of morning shout there
The mighty sun-god's name.
He waits, his radiant tresses
Athwart the blackness blown;
Against the gates he presses
That guard Night's ancient throne.
The ebon gates are burning!
His chariot rushes through,
The throne of Night o'erturning,
And fires the heavens anew.
Athwart the blackness blown;
Against the gates he presses
That guard Night's ancient throne.
The ebon gates are burning!
His chariot rushes through,
The throne of Night o'erturning,
And fires the heavens anew.
‘Ye children, sing Apollo!’
Ye boys with golden hair,
On earth his footsteps follow,
And make a sunshine there.
Be yours a summer glory
Of glad and hopeful smiles,
To warm the winter hoary
Of these cold northern isles!
Ye boys with golden hair,
On earth his footsteps follow,
And make a sunshine there.
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Of glad and hopeful smiles,
To warm the winter hoary
Of these cold northern isles!
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