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Sunrise in the Tropics

Sol, Sol, mighty lord of the tropic zone,

Here I wait with the trembling stars

To see thee once more take thy throne.

There the patient palm tree watching

Waits to say, “Good morn” to thee,

And a throb of expectation

Pulses through the earth and me.

Now, o’er nature falls a hush,

Look! the East is all a-blush;

And a growing crimson crest

Dims the late stars in the west;

Now, a flood of golden light

Sweeps across the silver night,

Swift the pale moon fades away

Before the light-girt King of Day,

See! the miracle is done!

Once more behold! The Sun!