Poems (White)/The Sun

by Jeannie Copes White

THE SUN

Glorious path of light we take,
Facing our sun, when we awake;
Glorious Path of Sacred Light,
Forcing beauty upon our sight.

All of our world closes its eyes
When it passes from off your skies;
When we must turn our back to you,
Our spirits flag, we languish too.

We lose ourselves,—don't care to live,
Until our face to you we give.