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Father of rosy day,
No more thy clouds of incense rise;
But waking flow'rs,
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Father of rosy day,
No more thy clouds of incense rise;
But waking flow'rs,
At morning hours,
Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.
The sun, too, shines into cesspools, and is not polluted.
The sun, too, shines into cesspools, and is not polluted.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
Pleasantly, between the pelting showers, the sunshine gushes
down.
Pleasantly, between the pelting showers, the sunshine gushes
down.
In climes beyond the solar road.
In climes beyond the solar road.
The sun shineth upon the dunghill and is not corrupted.
The sun shineth upon the dunghill and is not corrupted.
If you want a place in the sun, you've got to put up with a few blisters.
If you want a place in the sun, you've got to put up with a few blisters.
Out of the solar walk and Heaven's highway.
Out of the solar walk and Heaven's highway.
