All huddled on raft, or faint clinging to spar,
There’s a hope in thy beams that no danger can mar.
When red in the east thou ascendest the sky,
And thy disc meets the half-naked savage’s eye,
He pauses, and feels as he views thy bright light
That a Greater than he is displaying His might.
Ere since by Omnipotence whirled into space,
Thou hast gladdened the night with thy radiant face.
To nations long dead, and unheard of by man,
Thou wast familiar when first they began,