The Sun Whose Rays

The sun, whose rays

Are all ablaze

With ever-living glory,

Does not deny

His majesty

He scorns to tell a story!

He don't exclaim,

"I blush for shame,

So kindly be indulgent."

But, fierce and bold,

In fiery gold,

He glories all effulgent!

I mean to rule the earth,

As he the sky

We really know our worth,

The sun and I!

I mean to rule the earth,

As he the sky

We really know our worth,

The sun and I!

Observe his flame,

That placid dame,

The moon's Celestial Highness;

There's not a trace

Upon her face

Of diffidence or shyness:

She borrows light

That, through the night,

Mankind may all acclaim her!

And, truth to tell,

She lights up well,

So I, for one, don't blame her!

Ah, pray make no mistake,

We are not shy;

We're very wide awake,

The moon and I!

Ah, pray make no mistake,

We are not shy;

We're very wide awake,

The moon and I!