Am. Thy dial points to eight.
Vav.One little hour,
And then my Sun will set. Farewell, oh Sun!
How gloriously he dies!
Mel.The sun will sink,
To rest throughout the night, as we shall rest,
But not to die.
Vav.To die as we should die:
The night is given to the world that she
May mourn her widowhood. He knows no night,