I’ll tell you how the sun rose, - br A ribbon at a time. br The steeples swam in amethyst, br The news like squirrels ran. br br The hills untied their bonnets, br The bobolinks begun. br Then I said softly to myself, br "That must have been the sun!" br br But how he set, I know not. br There seemed a purple stile. br Which little yellow boys and girls br Were climbing all the while br br Till when they reached the other side, br A dominie in gray br Put gently up the evening bars, br And led the flock away.