12MORNING HYMNO golden Sun, whose rayMy path illumineth:Light of the circling day,Whose night is birth and death:That dost not stint the primeOf wise and strong, nor stayThe changeful ordering time,That brings their sure decay:Though thou, the central sphere,Dost seem to turn aroundThy creature world, and nearAs father fond art found;Thereon, as from aboveTo shine, and make rejoiceWith beauty, life, and love,The garden of thy choice,To dress the jocund SpringWith bounteous promise gayOf hotter months, that bringThe full perfected day;To touch with richest goldThe ripe fruit, ere it fall;And smile through cloud and coldOn Winter’s funeral.Now with resplendent floodGladden my waking eyes,And stir my slothful bloodTo joyous enterprise.Arise, arise, as whenAt first God saidLight be!That He might make us menWith eyes His light to see.Scatter the clouds that hideThe face of heaven, and showWhere sweet Peace doth abide,Where Truth and Beauty grow.Awaken, cheer, adorn,Invite, inspire, assureThe joys that praise thy morn,The toil thy noons mature:And soothe the eve of day,That darkens back to death;O golden Sun, whose rayOur path illumineth!
12MORNING HYMNO golden Sun, whose rayMy path illumineth:Light of the circling day,Whose night is birth and death:That dost not stint the primeOf wise and strong, nor stayThe changeful ordering time,That brings their sure decay:Though thou, the central sphere,Dost seem to turn aroundThy creature world, and nearAs father fond art found;Thereon, as from aboveTo shine, and make rejoiceWith beauty, life, and love,The garden of thy choice,To dress the jocund SpringWith bounteous promise gayOf hotter months, that bringThe full perfected day;To touch with richest goldThe ripe fruit, ere it fall;And smile through cloud and coldOn Winter’s funeral.Now with resplendent floodGladden my waking eyes,And stir my slothful bloodTo joyous enterprise.Arise, arise, as whenAt first God saidLight be!That He might make us menWith eyes His light to see.Scatter the clouds that hideThe face of heaven, and showWhere sweet Peace doth abide,Where Truth and Beauty grow.Awaken, cheer, adorn,Invite, inspire, assureThe joys that praise thy morn,The toil thy noons mature:And soothe the eve of day,That darkens back to death;O golden Sun, whose rayOur path illumineth!
O golden Sun, whose rayMy path illumineth:Light of the circling day,Whose night is birth and death:That dost not stint the primeOf wise and strong, nor stayThe changeful ordering time,That brings their sure decay:Though thou, the central sphere,Dost seem to turn aroundThy creature world, and nearAs father fond art found;Thereon, as from aboveTo shine, and make rejoiceWith beauty, life, and love,The garden of thy choice,To dress the jocund SpringWith bounteous promise gayOf hotter months, that bringThe full perfected day;To touch with richest goldThe ripe fruit, ere it fall;And smile through cloud and coldOn Winter’s funeral.Now with resplendent floodGladden my waking eyes,And stir my slothful bloodTo joyous enterprise.Arise, arise, as whenAt first God saidLight be!That He might make us menWith eyes His light to see.Scatter the clouds that hideThe face of heaven, and showWhere sweet Peace doth abide,Where Truth and Beauty grow.Awaken, cheer, adorn,Invite, inspire, assureThe joys that praise thy morn,The toil thy noons mature:And soothe the eve of day,That darkens back to death;O golden Sun, whose rayOur path illumineth!
O golden Sun, whose rayMy path illumineth:Light of the circling day,Whose night is birth and death:That dost not stint the primeOf wise and strong, nor stayThe changeful ordering time,That brings their sure decay:Though thou, the central sphere,Dost seem to turn aroundThy creature world, and nearAs father fond art found;Thereon, as from aboveTo shine, and make rejoiceWith beauty, life, and love,The garden of thy choice,To dress the jocund SpringWith bounteous promise gayOf hotter months, that bringThe full perfected day;To touch with richest goldThe ripe fruit, ere it fall;And smile through cloud and coldOn Winter’s funeral.Now with resplendent floodGladden my waking eyes,And stir my slothful bloodTo joyous enterprise.Arise, arise, as whenAt first God saidLight be!That He might make us menWith eyes His light to see.Scatter the clouds that hideThe face of heaven, and showWhere sweet Peace doth abide,Where Truth and Beauty grow.Awaken, cheer, adorn,Invite, inspire, assureThe joys that praise thy morn,The toil thy noons mature:And soothe the eve of day,That darkens back to death;O golden Sun, whose rayOur path illumineth!
O golden Sun, whose rayMy path illumineth:Light of the circling day,Whose night is birth and death:
O golden Sun, whose ray
My path illumineth:
Light of the circling day,
Whose night is birth and death:
That dost not stint the primeOf wise and strong, nor stayThe changeful ordering time,That brings their sure decay:
That dost not stint the prime
Of wise and strong, nor stay
The changeful ordering time,
That brings their sure decay:
Though thou, the central sphere,Dost seem to turn aroundThy creature world, and nearAs father fond art found;
Though thou, the central sphere,
Dost seem to turn around
Thy creature world, and near
As father fond art found;
Thereon, as from aboveTo shine, and make rejoiceWith beauty, life, and love,The garden of thy choice,
Thereon, as from above
To shine, and make rejoice
With beauty, life, and love,
The garden of thy choice,
To dress the jocund SpringWith bounteous promise gayOf hotter months, that bringThe full perfected day;
To dress the jocund Spring
With bounteous promise gay
Of hotter months, that bring
The full perfected day;
To touch with richest goldThe ripe fruit, ere it fall;And smile through cloud and coldOn Winter’s funeral.
To touch with richest gold
The ripe fruit, ere it fall;
And smile through cloud and cold
On Winter’s funeral.
Now with resplendent floodGladden my waking eyes,And stir my slothful bloodTo joyous enterprise.
Now with resplendent flood
Gladden my waking eyes,
And stir my slothful blood
To joyous enterprise.
Arise, arise, as whenAt first God saidLight be!That He might make us menWith eyes His light to see.
Arise, arise, as when
At first God saidLight be!
That He might make us men
With eyes His light to see.
Scatter the clouds that hideThe face of heaven, and showWhere sweet Peace doth abide,Where Truth and Beauty grow.
Scatter the clouds that hide
The face of heaven, and show
Where sweet Peace doth abide,
Where Truth and Beauty grow.
Awaken, cheer, adorn,Invite, inspire, assureThe joys that praise thy morn,The toil thy noons mature:
Awaken, cheer, adorn,
Invite, inspire, assure
The joys that praise thy morn,
The toil thy noons mature:
And soothe the eve of day,That darkens back to death;O golden Sun, whose rayOur path illumineth!
And soothe the eve of day,
That darkens back to death;
O golden Sun, whose ray
Our path illumineth!