Classic Poem

Flush'd, like a Conqueror, yonder peerless Sun
Heaves vastly up, from the wide ocean bed,
His front, all flame, and eyes of fiery red;
Rejoicing high in Heaven his Giant's race to run.
Wheeling around their aery March, behold!
In burning armour bright, and burnish'd gold,
Full Fields and banner'd Hosts his sovran seat infold.