THE SETTING SUN.
Papa, the Sun is setting now
I see him in the west,
And all this weary world below
May now retire to rest:
Whilst in those countries far beyond,
The day begins to break,
A many a child, and many a bird,
Doth now begin to wake.
And when the morning dawns again,
The Sun comes to our east,
Then evening will begin with them,
And they to bed will haste.
How very good of God it is,
To make the Sun to go
About this great round world of ours,
To light each country so.