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: