You May Also Like / View all maxioms
Father of rosy day,
No more thy clouds of incense rise;
But waking flow'rs,
read more
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.
See the sun!
God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.
See the sun!
God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.
Thou shalt come out of a warme Sunne into God's blessing.
Thou shalt come out of a warme Sunne into God's blessing.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun,
Is Nature's eye.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun,
Is Nature's eye.
Such words fall to often on our cold and careless ears with the
triteness of long familiarity; but to read more
Such words fall to often on our cold and careless ears with the
triteness of long familiarity; but to Octavia . . . they seemed
to be written in sunbeams.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
When the sun sets, shadows, that showed at noon
But small, appear most long and terrible.
When the sun sets, shadows, that showed at noon
But small, appear most long and terrible.
The sun, which passeth through pollutions and itself remains as
pure as before.
The sun, which passeth through pollutions and itself remains as
pure as before.
High in his chariot glow'd the lamp of day.
High in his chariot glow'd the lamp of day.
