The Mocking Bird's Song to the Rising Sun
MIGHTY, resplendent orb, with the warmth of the God-benevo¬
lence in thy radiance, and the observation of countless centuries
in thy experience, to thee I lift my song of varied melodies.
Lo, thou hast awakened the hills from their slumber, and
decked them witli their day dress of verdue. and over the distant up-lands thou hast
thrown a mantle of delicate gray. O, quickener of the green life, O, beloved restorer
of the inexpressible glory of day, my heart is attuned to thy exultant optimism, and
in the bursting of silent buds I am aware of thy rejoicing. O, divine magnificence,
O, inestimable revelation of the supreme life, O. skillful artist and sublime flour-
isher of untold beauty; to thee I sing, I sing.