Classic Poem

In dewy Morn , with day begun,
The reddening East allures the sight;
We see the mild, the Rising Sun,
And bless the invigorating light.

In radiant Noon with day advanced,
The sunny South attracts the eye;
We hail the luster thus enhanced,
The larger glories of the sky.

In gentle Eve , with parting day,
The painted West rewards the gaze;
And when her last beams fade away,
We linger o'er the gorgeous rays.

So, Craftsmen of the Rising Sun,
May all your working hours be past,
That when your temple toil is done
Your brightest scenes may be your last.