Where has the sun a home? didst thou e'er trace
His course when sinking in the distant west,
And see him there begin anew his race,
As if of new-born strength again possest?
Or didst thou leave him in the western skies,
Where late his setting glories called thee on;
Nor follow on with still admiring eyes,
Another earth to bless where he has gone?
Stay not where night shuts in on all who sleep,
Faint travellers on the path he onward trod;
But on his beams a waking eye still keep,
The daily herald sent to thee from God;
And thou when many suns thy year has known,
Shall rise with him his brightness all thine own.