Acrostic. Address to the Sun

Glorious orb, thou source of day, Effulgent may thy sun beams play; Onward circling in thy sphere, Return and bless the rising year: Great wonder, in a daily round; Eternally on duty bound. I'll hail thy face at early dawn, Ascending slowly o'er the lawn; Call ev'ry plant and worm I see, Kindled into life by thee. Seated majestic then behold: Orient gem, thy burnish'd gold, Nightly, to other regions roll'd.