The king of day rides on,
To give the placid morning birth;
On wheels of glory moves his throne,
Whose light adorns the earth.
When once his limpid maid
Has the imperial course begun,
The lark deserts the dusky glade,
And soars to meet the sun.
Up from the orient deep,
Aurora mounts without delay,
With brooms of light the plains to sweep,
And purge the gloom away.
Ye ghostly scenes give way,
Our king is coming now in sight,
Bearing the diadem of day,
Whose crest expels the night.
Thus we, like birds, retreat
To groves, and hide from ev'ry eye;
Our slumb'ring dust will rise and meet
Its morning in the sky.
The immaterial sun,
Now hid within empyreal gloom,
Will break forth on a brighter throne,
And call us from the tomb.
The Rising Sun
George Moses Horton
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Ellen Conley: The 4th stanza: ["Thus we, like birds, retreat
To groves, and hide from ev'ry eye;
Our slumb'ring dust will rise and meet
Its morning in the sky." ], was placed on a tombstone honoring the many unmarked graves in a cemetery. The bottom section on the Tombstone had the author's name which I couldn't read clearly. Nor could I determine what was written below his name. The picture was quite blurry. It took me three days searching for the words. And at that point, I now know the author's name. I have read it several times. I actually enjoyed the poem in its entirety.
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