AIL, orient Conqueror of gloomy Night! Whether thy punctual visitations smite The haughty towers where monarchs dwell; Or thou, impartial Sun, with presence bright In naked splendour, clear from mist or haze, Which even in deepest winter testify Thy power and majesty, Dazzling the vision that presumes to gaze. That bind thee to the path which God ordains Till, with the heavens and earth, thou pass away! To us who tread below) Do with the service of this Day accord. Thou, who upon yon snow-clad Heights hast poured Meek lustre, nor forget'st the humble Vale; Thou who dost warm Earth's universal mould, And for thy bounty wert not unadored By pious men of old; Once more, heart-cheering Sun, I bid thee hail! II. 'Mid the deep quiet of this morning hour, |