The Sun’S First Ray

This early Morning, This earliest Dawning, Behold the Youth, Streaked with flaming red, Wearing in his hair a waving feather, Into the Sky ascending!

Upon me, Standing alone where the World is-- Upon me comes the shining of his Ray.

I, too, shall be ruddy with new life! I, too, shall wear in my hair the eagle’s plume! This day shall be fulfilled with accomplishment; Valiantly I shall ascend into the Sky!