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Sun comes forth;—each mountain height Glows with a tinge of rosy light, And flowers, that slumbered through the night, Their dewy leaves unfold; A flood of splendour bursts on high, And ocean's breast gives back a sky All steep’d in molten gold.

Oh! thou art glorious, orb of day; Exulting nations hail thy ray, Creation swells a choral lay, To welcome thy return; From thee all nature draws her hues, Thy beams the insect's wing suffuse, And in the diamond burn.