And lit by golden sunbeams now
In glory bends its azure brow.
The sky, the sky, serenely bright,
No cloud sits on thy bosom’s light,
No fleecy folds beneath the eye
Of the sun’s light are glancing by,
Nor gath’ring clouds of misty spray
Play round the sun’s imperial way.
And with a look of light and love
That azure sea bends far above,