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Sunrise.
SUNRISE .
JJEOJI " THE PROMISED HOUR , " BY MILES BARBER . There is a floating cloud , as bright As ever lured the gazer ' s sight , Within a golden canopy That aerial shapes adorn , The pillow of the blushing
morn—And cradle of Light ' s infancy—For unto day the Sun is horn ! Etherial robes of shining white , Around him fall in folds of light , And like transparent amethyst , And liquid emerald , the mist And ambient vapourwreathed and furl'd
, Round the verge of the distant ivorld , Rise on their boundaries , and melt Into the blazon of his belt , While beams , in every brilliancy Of balmy tint , and burning dye , Far up into the firmament Their gorgeous colours intersperse ,
And circling there , more richly blent , His diadem is wrought on high , And his Hyperion heraldry , In state and glory , through the sky , Proclaims o'er heaven , and unto earth , His godly birthplace and his birth . He comes—the deity of day ,
The Bridegroom of the universe , He comes in his immortal ray The world of life to glorify And raise a neiv vitality ! The sea in bis embrace is blest—By his first kiss charmed into rest—Andlo ! as softlheaves her breast
, y As if no storm had on it prest . Or if , indeed , a transient wave Might o ' er her bosom lift its lave , And something of the tempest tell Which all so wildly raised its swell , 'Tis but the impulse nature leaves In what she renders or receives
In the reaction of her force , To soothe the order of her course . The sigh that lingers in the heart , Too happy Avere it all suppress'd , That fears , nor time , nor change , shall part , The presence of its love possess'd , So should it palpitate , will rise , Its very joy to tranquillise !
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Sunrise.
SUNRISE .
JJEOJI " THE PROMISED HOUR , " BY MILES BARBER . There is a floating cloud , as bright As ever lured the gazer ' s sight , Within a golden canopy That aerial shapes adorn , The pillow of the blushing
morn—And cradle of Light ' s infancy—For unto day the Sun is horn ! Etherial robes of shining white , Around him fall in folds of light , And like transparent amethyst , And liquid emerald , the mist And ambient vapourwreathed and furl'd
, Round the verge of the distant ivorld , Rise on their boundaries , and melt Into the blazon of his belt , While beams , in every brilliancy Of balmy tint , and burning dye , Far up into the firmament Their gorgeous colours intersperse ,
And circling there , more richly blent , His diadem is wrought on high , And his Hyperion heraldry , In state and glory , through the sky , Proclaims o'er heaven , and unto earth , His godly birthplace and his birth . He comes—the deity of day ,
The Bridegroom of the universe , He comes in his immortal ray The world of life to glorify And raise a neiv vitality ! The sea in bis embrace is blest—By his first kiss charmed into rest—Andlo ! as softlheaves her breast
, y As if no storm had on it prest . Or if , indeed , a transient wave Might o ' er her bosom lift its lave , And something of the tempest tell Which all so wildly raised its swell , 'Tis but the impulse nature leaves In what she renders or receives
In the reaction of her force , To soothe the order of her course . The sigh that lingers in the heart , Too happy Avere it all suppress'd , That fears , nor time , nor change , shall part , The presence of its love possess'd , So should it palpitate , will rise , Its very joy to tranquillise !