English poem
THE American Mock-Bird, OR SONGSTER's DELIGHT, SONG CLXXXVI
by Anonymous
When first we see the Ruddy, Sun rise from an Eastern Hill; We look upon him with Delight, And safely gaze our fill.
But when with Noon-tide Rays he shines, The glating Light we shun, It hurts our feeble Eyes to View, The Sun's Meridian.
Thus when in wrapping Gown you rise To face the Morning's Cold, 'Tis perfect Rapture to approach You'r Heav'n to behold.
But when at Mid-day gayly dress'd In Gold and Gems you shine, The Splender of the Sun is fair; Less dangerous than thine.
He must be more than Man that dare, To view a Face so Bright, For he will loose both Eyes and Heart. With the too Glorious Sight.
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