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Sun of the firmament! planet of wonderment! Now thy far journey of day it is done; Still thou art parting bright, shedding immortal light Down on the throne of night—hail! setting sun! Slow thou depart’st away, far from the realms of day, Ling’ring in pity on summer’s loved bowers; Thy last ray is streaming, thy farewell tint beaming, Yet soon thou’lt return to refreshen the flowers. Thy parting brings sadness, yet nations in gladness Are waiting to worship thee—fountain of light! Where’er thy footsteps be, there do we beauty see, Thou kindlest day in the dwellings of night. Where sleeps the thunder—there dost thou wander, Down ’neath the ocean deep, there dost thou stray, Kissing the stars at morn, high on the air upborne, Skirting creation’s far verge on thy way. Grandeur and glory, they travel before thee, Brightness and majesty walk in thy train! Darkness it flies from thee, clouds may not rise to thee When thou awak’st from the ocean again. All own thy influence, kindly thou dost dispense Blessings o’er nature where’er its bounds be; Afric’s lone desert, it blooms at thy presence; And Lapland is turn’d into summer by thee. Time cannot conquer thee, age cannot alter thee, Years have no power to limit thy sway; Strength and sublimity, still they attend on thee, Pilgrim of ages, but not of decay. Sun of the firmament! planet of wonderment! Now thy far journey of day it is done; Still thou art parting bright, shedding immortal light Down on the throne of night—hail! setting sun!

Sun of the firmament! planet of wonderment! Now thy far journey of day it is done; Still thou art parting bright, shedding immortal light Down on the throne of night—hail! setting sun! Slow thou depart’st away, far from the realms of day, Ling’ring in pity on summer’s loved bowers; Thy last ray is streaming, thy farewell tint beaming, Yet soon thou’lt return to refreshen the flowers. Thy parting brings sadness, yet nations in gladness Are waiting to worship thee—fountain of light! Where’er thy footsteps be, there do we beauty see, Thou kindlest day in the dwellings of night. Where sleeps the thunder—there dost thou wander, Down ’neath the ocean deep, there dost thou stray, Kissing the stars at morn, high on the air upborne, Skirting creation’s far verge on thy way. Grandeur and glory, they travel before thee, Brightness and majesty walk in thy train! Darkness it flies from thee, clouds may not rise to thee When thou awak’st from the ocean again. All own thy influence, kindly thou dost dispense Blessings o’er nature where’er its bounds be; Afric’s lone desert, it blooms at thy presence; And Lapland is turn’d into summer by thee. Time cannot conquer thee, age cannot alter thee, Years have no power to limit thy sway; Strength and sublimity, still they attend on thee, Pilgrim of ages, but not of decay. Sun of the firmament! planet of wonderment! Now thy far journey of day it is done; Still thou art parting bright, shedding immortal light Down on the throne of night—hail! setting sun!

In print by 1888 AD · industrial

Recorded in a printed collection by this date; the original date of these words is still unknown.