Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven without repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his...

Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven without repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays. Though closer still the blinds we pull To keep the shady parlour cool, Yet he will find a chiink or two To slip his golden fingers through. Meantime his ...