The Sun perched herself up this morning- br As a Golden-Yellow bouquet- br Beams spreading like sweet-honey cone- br As she announced, a brand new day. br br Warmth breezes herself, effortlessly- br As higher and higher, she goes- br From the Eastern Orient Realms- br To: 'The High Noon, ' she heartfully glows. br br Bouncing Her Light and Heat- br E'er outward and upon- br A nation 'tis in need of her- br Come hither or come yon.