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The sun, too, shines into cesspools, and is not polluted.
The sun, too, shines into cesspools, and is not polluted.
In climes beyond the solar road.
In climes beyond the solar road.
Let others hail the rising sun:
I bow to that whose course is run.
Let others hail the rising sun:
I bow to that whose course is run.
The sun shineth upon the dunghill and is not corrupted.
The sun shineth upon the dunghill and is not corrupted.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
Make hay while the sun shines.
Make hay while the sun shines.
Such words fall to often on our cold and careless ears with the
triteness of long familiarity; but to read more
Such words fall to often on our cold and careless ears with the
triteness of long familiarity; but to Octavia . . . they seemed
to be written in sunbeams.
When the sun sets, shadows, that showed at noon
But small, appear most long and terrible.
When the sun sets, shadows, that showed at noon
But small, appear most long and terrible.
Out of the solar walk and Heaven's highway.
Out of the solar walk and Heaven's highway.
