Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1873-11-13
ths Advertiser.
An Ode to the Sun.
By w. P.,zEreLER.

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Great mysterious light, shrouded in
DseSed SetS with ,spIendor having for Thy
sthrone the q
Immensity of space, and under Ehy
Control ten thousand worlds; imparting
thy
Genial warmth unto all nature, Without
Thee all would be night--all would be
Desolation. 80 -.
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Night, we welcome Thee with enthusi-
asm, si. III
AS Thou in all thy stately majesty,
Doth climb the Eastern hills, on thy gem
2 erous q Yi&klElH1 W0I5S
Mission to impart thy golden light unto
All nature. '''''''
Methinks I see the smiling
Infant, as it nestles in its mothers
Arms, clapits tiny hands, and gaze upon
Thee with rapturous admiration of thy
Regal splendor. Methinks I see the
Aspiring youth, as he goes forth to his
Daily task, greet Thee with a welcome
smile.
Methinks I see the silver haired man
Of the world gaze upon Thee with q
heaving
Bosom, as he thinks him of his misspsnt
Days, and that he will not be allowed
much
Longer to enjoy thy golden light.
Methinks Isee the hoary haired veteran
Of the cross, gaze upon Thee with
Beatific delight, as he thinks him
OF the golden City OF sweet refuge,
Of which Thou, by thy magnificent u
Splendor, doth remind him. - ss
.a 2Ss We view Thee, as
Thou doth climb the gray vault above,
AS mighty giant, toillng thy waysup
To the vast done of heaven, until Thou
Hast reached lthy.most exalted throne,
And we view Thee in thy meridian
Splendor; then indeed art Thou sublime! |!
Thou art the light of the world, the god of
Splendor -endeared to me by 'aithousand
Recollections of childhood's s happy days,
When in thy golden light have "chased
the aa.j. ~ - s,tltsif4 !
Bright-wing'd butterfly, or gamboled
with the ~ ~ \ 2.Siti!S !
Lambs upon the hillside."s Wherever I
Wandered, whether over wood or plain,
Whether in the valley, orupon the lsi
Mountain top, Thou hast ever been
present 'f@' 6tl Stist
With thy pure light, to guide my way
ward steps. 5;a rats Aaifi
The beautiful mountains, the greenval-
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Thesflowery mead lows, the rippling rills,
Alllbathethemselyes II Ny s'>,eraar aud
q beauty
Even the waves Of til ;..:.:l; G.-s.n
Seem to rise and fall 'l.Jc n
Being bathed, in thy -; .i:r!.'
Thy throne is exalte =; Il
Kings of nations,an
Majesty asd zsoi.le! s1.~ -,
The centre of ten I'll - :.,:.u 80 e..
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Reign over them III s,.lc' >4ft..
Thou art the nucleus aio..-
Centered tue vast creation Of al
Omnipotent God. Without Thee tho
Universe of the great Jehovah would
Be dreary desolate waste. Methinks
That, OIL thy creation, the angels of
Heaven attuned their golden harps afregh,
And sang their sweetest hymns of praise
TO awond r working God. Methinks
See them, in solemn awe, bend their
Starry heads over the
Battlements of heaven, to view the
Beauty, grandeur, and magnificence
or the lamp of the universe. I
We now watch Thee, as Thou dost take
thy I{ "
Downward march IN conscious power,
And hide Thysclf behind the Western
Hills; then feeling of desolation
Pervades our hearts-a feeling of
Loneliness which we cannot
we turn us to our
Couch to dream of Thee as the
Brightest gem Of creation.