Finis Coronat Opus

Spring at last in full bloom sings In the brightest morn; Hear the redbreast’s chirping ring Through the garden door. See the daffodils! such cheer Upon their faces bright; And the posies’ pinkest spheres Color gold sunlight. Graceful lilies rise among Grass of richest green, And sparrows gaily hop along And search for grubs, so keen. Life again has come upon The earth, since winter’s night; Warmth and color ‘neath the sun Now set the scene aright.

“Hail, o Sun!”, cries forth the Moon,  On his circuit passing near; “Long tis been since last high noon Shaded was, though clear!” “Hark! is that my brother there, Calling forth in midday fair? Whence do you in daylight stir When midnight is your lair?” “Come I forth, fair sister Sun On my path ordain-ed so; I have longed to see thee run Thy course as day goes.” Sun and Moon in heaven’s height Thus converse, as men below Marvel at the stunning sight As the shadows grow. “Brother Moon, look down upon The Earth; your shadow great Marks a path of dimness; go, And swift be on your way!” “Alas, fair Sun, tis but too true, Our speech must now adjourn; Go now, and with your heat imbue The Earth, as slow it turns.” “Farewell, my brother; set thy road And light the mortals’ tread at night. I’ll see thee soon, now swiftly go, ‘Ere Earth take graven fright!”