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TO THE SUN, WHOSE SETTING HID LAURA'S DWELLING FROM HIS VIEW.
O blessed Sun! that sole sweet leaf I love, / First loved by thee, in its fair seat, alone, / Bloometh without a peer, since from above / To Adam first our shining ill was shown.
Pause we to look on her! Although to stay / Thy course I pray thee, yet thy beams retire; / Their shades the mountains fling, and parting day / Parts me from all I most on earth desire.
The shadows from yon gentle heights that fall, / Where sparkles my sweet fire, where brightly grew / That stately laurel from a sucker small, / Increasing, as I speak, hide from my view / The beauteous landscape and the blessed scene, / Where dwells my true heart with its only queen.
MACGREGOR.