TOTHE SUN.
O Thou whose inextinguishable eyeNow sleeps beneath the ocean stream,Whether the star of morn shall call thee forthTo pour thy rich and fiery beamThrough the wide arch of an unclouded sky;Or whether the rude NorthShall o’er thy head his showery mantle cast,Making the dank earth shiver at his blast;Welcome alike to me! the genial dayThat gave my fair Eliza birthNeeds not thy gaudy smile to make it glad:Still cheer the spleeny race of earthWith the warm lustre of thy fostering ray;On me in vain are shedThy beams and unregarded, while I proveThe dearer influence of Her smiles and love.
O Thou whose inextinguishable eyeNow sleeps beneath the ocean stream,Whether the star of morn shall call thee forthTo pour thy rich and fiery beamThrough the wide arch of an unclouded sky;Or whether the rude NorthShall o’er thy head his showery mantle cast,Making the dank earth shiver at his blast;Welcome alike to me! the genial dayThat gave my fair Eliza birthNeeds not thy gaudy smile to make it glad:Still cheer the spleeny race of earthWith the warm lustre of thy fostering ray;On me in vain are shedThy beams and unregarded, while I proveThe dearer influence of Her smiles and love.
O Thou whose inextinguishable eyeNow sleeps beneath the ocean stream,Whether the star of morn shall call thee forthTo pour thy rich and fiery beamThrough the wide arch of an unclouded sky;Or whether the rude NorthShall o’er thy head his showery mantle cast,Making the dank earth shiver at his blast;Welcome alike to me! the genial dayThat gave my fair Eliza birthNeeds not thy gaudy smile to make it glad:Still cheer the spleeny race of earthWith the warm lustre of thy fostering ray;On me in vain are shedThy beams and unregarded, while I proveThe dearer influence of Her smiles and love.
O Thou whose inextinguishable eye
Now sleeps beneath the ocean stream,
Whether the star of morn shall call thee forth
To pour thy rich and fiery beam
Through the wide arch of an unclouded sky;
Or whether the rude North
Shall o’er thy head his showery mantle cast,
Making the dank earth shiver at his blast;
Welcome alike to me! the genial day
That gave my fair Eliza birth
Needs not thy gaudy smile to make it glad:
Still cheer the spleeny race of earth
With the warm lustre of thy fostering ray;
On me in vain are shed
Thy beams and unregarded, while I prove
The dearer influence of Her smiles and love.