Sun

Angel, king of streaming morn; Cherub, call'd by Heav'n to shine; T' orient tread the waste forlorn; Guide ætherial, pow'r divine;     Thou, Lord of all within! Golden spirit, lamp of day, Host, that dips in blood the plain, Bids the crimson'd mead be gay, Bids the green blood burst the vein;     Thou, Lord of all within! Soul, that wraps the globe in light; Spirit, beckoning to arise; Drives the frowning brow of night, Glory bursting o'er the skies;     Thou, Lord of all within!