SONG OF THE SUN
I am the sun, I am above the mountains, My joy is on me, I will give you day! I will spend day among you like a king! Your water shall be wine because I reign! I stave my golden vintage on the mountains, And all your rushing rivers run with day! I am the sun, I am above the mountains! Arise, my hand is open, it is day! Rise! as men strike a bell and make it music, So have I struck the earth and made it day! Move, move, O world, on all youi brazen hinges Send round the thunder of your golden wheels; Throng out, O millions, out, O shouting millions; Throng out, O millions, shouting, shouting day! For as one blows a trumpet through the valleys, So from my golden trumpet I blow day! —Sydney Dobell, in “Balder.”
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Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 76, Issue 303, 23 December 1933, Page 2 (Supplement)
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146SONG OF THE SUN Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 76, Issue 303, 23 December 1933, Page 2 (Supplement)
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