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ADDRESS TO THE SUN:
IMITATED FROM OSSIAN.
Hast thou left thy blue course in the circle of Heaven,
O thou that mov'st swiftly on high?
The west is unclosing the gates of dim even,
O golden-hair'd son of the sky!
O thou that mov'st swiftly on high?
The west is unclosing the gates of dim even,
O golden-hair'd son of the sky!
The waves of the ocean behold thy bright glory,
They lift their green heads to thy beam;
While the purple-ting'd clouds sail with splendour before thee,
Illumed by thy last setting gleam.
They lift their green heads to thy beam;
While the purple-ting'd clouds sail with splendour before thee,
Illumed by thy last setting gleam.
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But the foam-crested billows around thee are closing,
The waves thy bright beauty destroy;
Yet still in mild lustre they see thee reposing,—
Ah! let thy return be in joy.
The waves thy bright beauty destroy;
Yet still in mild lustre they see thee reposing,—
Ah! let thy return be in joy.
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