This day mine eye looked into heaven's face,
And gazed upon the beauty passing there,
And contemplated then thy simple grace,
Compared to thee, the heavens seemed not fair
The light thee radiates, thy wit and charm,
Hath thus enraptured both mine heart and mind
Even the stout of heart, thee will disarm
With but thy smile, the sad will, thus, joy find
Thou art the sun, a bright and stately thing,
That though a cloud may overshadow thee
The light and beauty which thou alwayst brings,
Shines ever through, and can by all, be seen
Thou art so great, thy radiance so fair,
However far I be, it reach me there
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