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To The Rising Sun! On A Frosty Morning

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Title:     To The Rising Sun! On A Frosty Morning
Author: John Castillo [More Titles by Castillo]

Hail glorious Sun! bright regent of the day;
Gladly I welcome thine all cheering ray:
’Midst frost and snow, a visit thus from thee,
Sets each numb toe and frozen finger free!

Bright emblem of the Majesty on high,
Who lives and reigns, the Lord of earth and sky!
Before thy face the hailstones melt away,
And thy glad light turns darkness into day.

Oft moving down the sloping dale I’ve eyed,
Thy golden radiance from the mountain side;
Have often long’d upon yon hills to be,
To catch a comfortable ray from thee.

Now chill November’s breath is cold and keen,
The trees around have lost their lovely green,
While horned cattle from the mountains roam,
And for their masters low, to take them home.

The early plough boy stops to clap his hands,
The tender female dances where she stands;
While I, half starv’d, have thought thy coming long,
But now I hail thee welcome with a song!

’Tis said in heathen lands they worship thee,
When o’er the mountain tops thy light they see:
But as thou here no homage dost receive,
I to thy Maker all the glory give.

His face, like thine, the drooping sinner cheers,
Oppress’d with guilt, and overwhelm’d with fears:
A ray from thee, O uncreated Sun,
Breaks up, and makes long frozen fountains run!

Thou, from thyself, the soul to purify,
Dost pour the living water from on high,
Which if it doth within the soul remain,
The sinner’s heart shall never freeze again!

Yes! he who daily drinks of this pure wave,
For sensual pleasure shall no relish have,
But calm amidst the turbulence of life,
Shall dwell for ever free from care and strife.

Shine, glorious Sun! thy blessings richly pour,
And cheer our fallen world from hour to hour!
With thy glad beams, O visit every vale,
’Till every starving soul thine influence feel!


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John Castillo's poem: To The Rising Sun! On A Frosty Morning

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