GOOD-BYE, SUN.
Good-bye, pretty sun, good-bye!
You are sinking behind the sea,
But I know you’ll come back to-morrow
To shine again upon me.
I know that, although you seem
To be taking a bath out there,
You are only gone to shine
Upon other countries fair,
Where people like us live,
Although they are far away:
You shine upon girls and boys,
And light them at their play.
And I hope that every day
That I see the sun once more,
He’ll find me a little wiser
Than I was the day before.
