Oh, rather give me commentators plain,Who with no deep researches vex the brain;Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,Old Time is still a-flying,And this same flower that smiles todayTomorrow will be dying.The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun,The higher he's a-gettingThe sooner will his race be run,And nearer he's to setting.Robert Herrick
They may veil their eyes, but they cannot hideThe sun’s meridian glow;The heel of a priest may tread thee down,And a tyrant work thee woe:But never a truth has been destroyed;They may curse it, and call it crime;Pervert and betray, or slander and slayIts teachers for a time.But the sunshine aye shall light the sky,As round and round we run;And the truth shall ever come uppermost,And justice shall be done.charles mackay
White sail upon the ocean verge,Just crimsoned by the setting sun,Thou hast thy port beyond the surge,Thy happy homeward course to runAnd winged hope, with heart of fire,To gain the bliss of thy desire.william winter
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