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Thomas Hood - Hymn to the Sun
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Giver of glowing light! 
Though but a god of other days, 
The kings and sages 
Of wiser ages 
Still live and gladden in thy genial rays! 
King of the tuneful lyre, 
Still poets` hymns to thee belong; 
Though lips are cold 
Whereon of old 
Thy beams all turn`d to worshipping and song! 
Lord of the dreadful bow, 
None triumph now for Python`s death; 
But thou dost save 
From hungry grave 
The life that hangs upon a summer breath. 
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. 
God of the Delphic fame, 
No more thou listenest to hymns sublime; 
But they will leave 
On winds at eve, 
A solemn echo to the end of time.
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