The Russellville Democrat., 1889-06-20
HYMN TO THE RISING SUN.

 Bright Orb that on the holy mornings brow Dost shine, all-seeinR, in the plenitude Ot thine uprising o thou joy Of earthi Look down and bless the day that's now or
 daued. And lei the lands make music as of yore, And let the peans of the pomp Of spring Be thine forever, o thou lordly .onei
 That hast the Orient for thy crowning-
 place
 And all the welkin for thy way Of grace. The sea is thine. the shores thereof are thine, And all inc haunts Of men through all the
 zones: Yea, all created things all through the yea All things arc thine Go make the paramount; And all the air is thine from sky to sky; And there is no living thing, by sea or land, That Is not quickeued by the sight Of thee; And thcreI nothing. earthward or in air, That loves thee not witfrlove beyond com
 pare. c first born-on the mountains thou sun That art portent and prodigy And eveEmore dost measure time and space To thee we turn for comfort all day long And all day long we see thse as thou art How fair. how constant and how girt with
 beams, And how exultant in thine azure tent
 When, one by one, 4 realms confess thy
 power,
 And leave the all the landscape for dover. Bless thou the hills. the rivers and the plains, The founts, the forests and the foaming sea: And each and all thy snpplicants here below, From man 10 beast, from beast to creeping
 thing. Through all the seasons Of thy setting time. Bless thou the winds which are thy messen-
 gers
 And in thy rising bless thou every field And every harvest that thou shiDest on, And every soul that needs thy benison. o planet prince glory born Of night That out Of night dost come to sway the world, Behold we love thee with love as vast As that of Homers heroes, dead and gone, When thou didst bear a gods name under
 Heaven. For thou'ri the Regent of the King Of Kings, And His exponent through the centuries; And all thy ways are wondrous, as of old, When Sappho praised thee with her harp
 of gold. A laureate bird is thine in every grove, In all the fields thou hast thy troubadours. hundred times the lark mas trilled to thee, A hundred thousand tunes his clarion voice Has walked the woods in April and May; A million times and more his skyward notes Have drenched the summer with the dews of
 song,
 And made, as 'twere. feast-time overhead For bards to boast Of when the day is dead o proud and pure keeper of the keys or East and West which are thy heritage, And where, at Soaring and at setting time, Thou hast a mansion we'll l-beloved of men golden house. whereof the walls are fire, And where the roofs are jasper and red light. o jocund kingi transcendent, un afraid, And uuassaled by storms throughout the
 land,
 Look down and bless the ocean thou hast
 spanned. Bless thou the workers and the men of thought, The work they do, the wonders of the lute, And all the whispering of the woods and
 streams; For thou'rt the wearer of the clouds Of morn, And, year by year, thy path is through the
 skies; And where thou art the hours are golden
 winged, And where thy servants are thy fame is great, And where thy singers are, in bower and
 town, Hear us Light Giver, and from dawn to dusk Be thou the fiery signal Of much joy! Unfurl thy banners on the hills of peace, And let the flash thereof be seen afsr; And loved and lsuded, ay! and marveled at, For thy fame's sake, and His who bade thee be. U Sire of Seasonsi Monarch Of the Monthsl Hume the lives we lead, while here we
 plod,
 And guide our thoughts from Nature up to
 God
 Eric Mackay. in N. Y Independent.