“The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun...”
“The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.”
“Sun always finds a way to give its light; truth always finds a way to show its face!”
“The sun,--the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man--burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray.”
“I entered my room, and undrew the window-curtains, just in time to see the sun burst in glory from his ocean-prison, and clothe the world in the light of a new day.”
“Do you see that out there? The strange, unfamiliar light? It's called the sun. Let's go get us a little.”