The sun his fiery beams unrolled
     Like strands of coloured thread;
Embroidered all the clouds with gold,
     And blue, and green, and red.

Then o’er the mountain, full in view,
     Nature's great Monarch rose:
And from his tent of Royal blue
     Hurled darts upon his foes.

Eternal foe of Gloom and Night,
     On high he raised his arm;
His shield of gold, all shining bright,
     Sheltered the world from harm.