The Sun
The sun that shines all day so bright,
I wonder where he goes at night.
He sinks behind a distant hill,
And all the world grows dark and still.
And then I go to bed and sleep
Until the day begins to peep,
And when my eyes unclose, I see
The sun is shining down on me.
While we are fast asleep in bed,
The sun must go, I’ve heard it said,
To other countries far away,
To make them warm and bright and gay
I do not know but I hope the sun
When all his nightly work is done,
Will not forget to come again
And wake me through the window-pane.
Anonymous
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