That gleaming gem, and gladly to note
When rises in radiance the most royal of stars
Up from the east over the ocean’s waves,
95 The famous work of the Father, fair with adornments,
The bright sign of God. Buried are the stars,
Wandering ’neath the waters to the western realms;
They grow dim at dawn, and the dark night
Creepeth wanly away. Then on wings of strength,
100 Proud on his pinions, he placeth his gaze
Eagerly on the streams, and stares over the water