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The 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
His glories all effulgent!
I mean to rule the earth
As he the sky
We really know our won'th
The sun and I!