Majestic Sun! To soft your sea-strung trail,
your pearl-paved pathway, porcelin pedaled, laced
and gilded gold, I set my silken sail.
Below the Morning Star, before its traced
and tranquil home, it lapping lights the way.
Ahead, astern, upon the cyan sea,
begining broad, it far and narrow lay.
Between the sterling sail- a blooming Tree
of Life, amidst a lifeless land forlorn-
My faulted faith, like you full burns ablaze!
Redeemed, aflame, like you I rise reborn.
O' Dayspring drip, and drench my guided gaze.
In distant days, my sail shall set on each,
Upon your road, its great and golden reach.
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