Let others hail the rising sun: I bow to that whose course is run.

Let others hail the rising sun:I bow to that whose course is run

Let others hail the rising sun: I bow to that whose course is run.

Prologues precede the piece in mournful verse, As undertakers walk before the hearse.

Cards were at first for benefits designed, sent to amuse, not to enslave the mind.

A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.