So Mercy once again herself displays,
Out from her sister’s cloud, and open lays
Those sunshine looks, whose beams would dim a thousand days.
Giles Fletcher.
THE SUN
But yonder comes the powerful King of Day,
Rejoicing in the east. The lessening cloud,
The kindling azure, and the mountain’s brow,
Illum’d with fluid gold, his near approach
Betoken glad. Lo! now apparent all,