And the sun, their great father, his children was calling,
Four sunbeams sped into the west.
All said: "We have found that in seeking the pleasure
Of others, we fill to the full our own measure,"
Then softly they sank to their rest.
—St. Nicholas, December, 1879.
THE SUN.
Somewhere it is always light;
For when 'tis morning here,
In some far distant land 'tis night,