Years have no power to limit thy sway;
Strength and sublimity, still they attend on thee,
Pilgrim of ages, but not of decay.
Sun of the firmament! planet of wonderment!
Now thy far journey of day it is done;
Still thou art parting bright, shedding immortal light
Down on the throne of night—hail! setting sun!
Robert Gilfillan.
O Sun! what makes thy beams so bright?
—The word that said “Let there be light!”