SUNRISE—By A Disciple

(Written after seeing the sun rise on Mount Washington.)

When the Sun-God,

Above the horizon

Raises aloft

His shield of golden fire,

And the keynote of Day

Is borne to men

From the vibrating colors

Of Dawn's lyre.

His glance first rests

Upon the purple hills

Whose peaks

Burn with a flame ethereal,

Lighted by priestesses of temple Earth—

Candles in sconces

On an azure wall!


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