When first I spy the sun's earliest rays suffocate night, their gold-grey light ending the moon's dominion of the dark heavens, then worst have I felt for that godly star, come to pour on sweet nature all Their grace without incentive to profit from Earth. All They give is unreturnéd to Them, all Their light feasted on by all of Life, and not one thing here returns the favour, instead passing that gift among their kin. But what a benefit! What a mercy! that the Sun is a lowly stupid star, that They have no bottom line or motive, else They'd be billing Earth annually.
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