St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1889-08-10
HYMN TO THE RISING SUN

Bright Orb that on the holy nornins's brow
LOS, saine. ail-seeing, in the plenitude
W thine up-r;singl thou JOY of earth!
LOOK down and bless the day that's now or.
dained,
AN" iet the lands make music as of yorc,
Ana let the pcans OF the pomp OF spring
LIE Time forever, thou lordly One.
That hast the Orient for thy browning
And all the welkin for thy way Of grace.
The sea is thine, the shores thereof are thine.
And all the haunts OF men through all the
zones:
Yea, all created things all through the &c ars,
All things are thine to make the paramount;
ana all the air is thine from sky to sky:
ana There is no living thing, by sea or land,
mat is not quickcned by the sight OF thee;
ana there Is nothing. earthward or in air.
mat loves thee not with love beyond COM
pare.
y nrstborn on the mountains, o thou sun
mat art portcnt and a prodigy,
ana evermore dost measure time and spacei
10 thee we turn for comfort all day long
ana all day long we see thee as thou art
How fair, how constant, ami how grt with
beams,
And how exultant in thine azure tent,
When one by one, the 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.
Ana each and all thy supplicants here below.
From man to beast, from beast to creeping
thing.
Through all the seasons of thy setting-timc.
Biess thou the winds which are thy messcn.
gers:
And in thy rising bless thou every field.
:. And every harvest that thou shinest on,
And every soul that needs thy benson.
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 Homer's heroes dead and gone.
When thou didst bear . gods name under
Heaven.
For thou'rt the Regent Of the King OF Kings,
and His exponent through the centuries;
And all Try 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.
A hundred times the lark has trilled TO thee,
a hundred thousand times his clarion voice
Has walked :he woods in April and May;
million times and more his skyward notes
Iiaye drenched the summer with the dews OF
song,
And made. as 'twere a feast time overhead
For bards 10 boast OF when the day is dead
Orroud and pure. o keeper OF the keys
" East and West which are thy heritage.
And where, at soaring and ut setting time,
Thou hast mansion well-bclovcd Of men
golden house. whereof tine walls are flre,
And where the roofs are jasper and red light.
U jocund king. transcendent, un afraid,
And unassa led by storms throughout the
land,
Look down and bless the ocean thou hast
SPAWNED.
Bless thou the workers and the men OF thought,
The work they do. the wonders OF the lutte,
And all the whispering u the woods and
streams;
For ;hou'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,
AMI where thy singers are, in bower and
town,
BE thou the fiery signal OF much joy:
Unfurl thy banners on the hills Of peace,
And let the flash thereof be seep afar;
And loved and Landed, ay. and marvcled at,
For thy fame's sake, and His who babe thee be-
y Sire o! Seasons. Monarch Of the Months.
Hume the lives we lead. while here we
plcd,
And guide our thoughts from Nature up to
God!
Eric Mackay. in n. Y. Independent