10. meditation



YONDER comes the powerful
    king of day,
Rejoicing in the east.
The lessening cloud,
The kindling azire,
    and the mountain’s brow
Illumed with fluid gold,
    his near approach 
Betoken glad. Lo!
    now, apparent all,
Aslant the dew-bright
    earth,
    and colour’d air,
He looks in boundless
    majesty abroad ;
And sheds the shining day,
    that burnish’d plays
On rocks, and hills,
    and towers, and wan-
    dering streams, 
High gleaming from afar.
Prime cheerer
       Light!
Of all material beings first,
    and best !
Efflux diving !
    Nature’s resplendent robe!
Without whose
    vesting beauty
    all were
     wrapt
In unessential gloom;
    and thou; O Sun!
Soul of surrounding worlds!
    in whome best
     seen
Shines out they Maker,
    may I sing of thee ? 

        -some old white dude in the 1880s


the kid i babysit’s mom has a bunch of really old poetry books from the 1800’s, her grandmother passed down from her grandmother. one night i was bored hanging with the kid and i started reading some of them. this is one of the poem’s. me and the kid thought the writer spoke funny.