'The sun-orb sings in emulation,
'Mid brother spheres, his ancient round—
His path predestined through creation,
He ends with step of thunder-sound.'
This is awkward and unpoetic. The sun 'singing a round' makes one think of
'Three blind mice—
See how they run!'
Here is Dr. Anster's version of the same lines:—
'The sun, as in the ancient days,
'Mong sister stars in rival song,