THE SUN.
Somewhere it is always light;
For when 'tis morning here,
In some far distant land 'tis night,
And the bright moon shines there.
When you've retired and gone to sleep,
They are just rising there;
And morning o'er the hill doth creep
When it is evening here.
And other distant lands there be
Where it is always night;
For weeks the sun they never see,
The stars alone give light.
But though 'tis dark both night or day
It is as wondrous quite
That when the night has passed away,
The sun for weeks gives light.
Yes, while you sleep the sun shines bright,
The sky is blue and clear;
For weeks and weeks there is no night
But always daylight there.