The Morning Sun is coming.  How do I know?  I know it by the faithful promise of repetition.  I know it by watching the morning mist escape it lowly bounds.

Soon the Sun will rise and burn it from its hiding place.  What it thought it did in secret will be openly proclaimed.  “This land is mine!”  Says the Sun.  “I have come to claim what is rightfully mine.  Away with you before my presence.”

The Morning Son is coming.  How do I know it?  By watching his faithful promise of repetition.  I know it by watching rebellion escape its lowly bounds and creep across the land.

Soon the Son will rise and burn it from its hiding place.  What it thought it did in secret will be openly proclaimed.  “This land is mine!”  Says the Son.  “I have come to claim what is rightfully mine.  Away with you before my presence.”