To the Sun

P ARENT of the visual ray,
To her bosom shift the day;
" There plant eyes " that may renew
Those which Beauty's mirrour knew;
Beams, that in the shade repos'd,
Their meridian light have clos'd!
Give her spirits gently gay,
That with Time and years can play:
Napier can be never blind
In the vision of the mind.
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