Pulling, from Lamartine.
I marvel not, O sun, that unto thee
In adoration man should bow the knee,
And pour the prayer of mingled awe and love;
For like a God thou art, and on thy way
Of glory sheddest, with benignant ray,
Beauty and life and joyance from above.
Southey.
Source of light! thou mak’st the sun
On his burning axles run: