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HE Sun, whose rays Are all ablaze With ever living glory, Does not deny His majesty— He scorns to tell a story! He don't exclaim "I blush for shame, So kindly be indulgent," But, fierce and bold, In fiery gold, He glories all effulgent!

I mean to rule the earth, As he the sky— We really know our worth, The Sun and I!