Papa, the Sun is setting now
I see him in the west,
And all this weary world below
May now retire to rest:
Whilst in those countries far beyond,
The day begins to break,
A many a child, and many a bird,
Doth now begin to wake.
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And when the morning dawns again,
The Sun comes to our east,
Then evening will begin with them,
And _they_ to bed will haste.
How very good of God it is,
To make the Sun to go
About this great round world of ours,
To light each country so.
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