Sun, Dear Sun
By Annette Wynne
Sun, dear sun, that brings the day,
What a friend in work and play,
What a friend to every one—
Dear, big, glad, round, shining sun,
What a good bright world you make—
Is it for the children’s sake?
They tell me you go shining on
When our day is past and gone,
That when you climb the far hill crest,
And leave us darkness-time and rest
You shine right on. Then in the west
Is some small girl as glad as I
To find you shining in her sky;
And she is playing in her day—
While I’m asleep quite far away.
O, you’re a friend to every one—
Dear big, glad, round, shining sun!