Classic Poem

I MARVEL not, O Sun! that unto thee
In adoration man should bow the knee,
And pour his prayers of mingled awe and love,
For like a God thou art, and on thy way
Of glory sheddest, with benignant ray,
Beauty, and life, and joyance from above.
No longer let these mists thy radiance shroud,
These cold, raw mists, that chill the comfortless day,
But shed thy splendor through the opening cloud,
And cheer the earth once more. The languid flowers
Lie scentless, beaten down with heavy rain;
Earth asks thy presence, saturate with showers;
O Lord of Light! put forth thy beams again,
For damp and cheerless are the gloomy hours.