The sun, which beheld rising at Christmas, as a giant who would burst the bonds of frost asunder and restrain the tyranny of darkness—now, as though he had grown wearied, is drooping towards the horizon; each day we see him gradually leaving that glorious zenith, where we admired his dazzling splendor, on the day of our Emmanuel’s Ascension; his fire has lost its might; and though he still holds half the day as his, his disc is growing pale, which tells us of the coming on of those long nights when Nature, stripped of all her loveliness by angry storms, seems as though she would bury herself forever in the frozen shroud which is to bind her.
Ang araw, na kung saan beheld umaangat sa Pasko, bilang isang higanteng sino ang gusto lumagot ng mga panali ng hamog na nagyelo asunder at pigilan ang paniniil ng kadiliman-ngayon, na tila siya ay nasa hustong gulang na wearied, ay laylay patungo sa abot-tanaw; bawat araw nakikita natin sa kanya dahan-dahan umaalis maluwalhating zenith, kung saan kami admired kanyang nakasisilaw gara, sa kaarawan ng ating Emmanuel Ascension; kaniyang apoy ay nawala kapangyarihan nito; at kahit na siya pa rin ang humahawak sa kalahati ng araw bilang kanyang, ang kanyang disc ay lumalaki maputla, na nagsasabi sa amin ng mga darating sa sa mga mahabang gabi kapag Nature, Nakuha ang lahat ng kanyang kagandahan sa pamamagitan ng galit storms, tila na parang gusto niya ilibing sarili magpakailanman sa frozen sapot na kung saan ay upang panagutin sa kanya.