But as when the sun approaches toward the gates of the morning, he first
opens a little eye of heaven, and sends away the spirits of darkness,
and gives light to a cock, and calls up the lark to matins, and
by-and-by gilds the fringes of a cloud, and peeps over the eastern
hills, thrusting out his golden horns—like those which decked the brows
of Moses, when he was forced to wear a vail, because himself had seen
the face of God; and still, while a man tells the story, the sun gets up
higher till he shows a fair face and full light, and then he shines one
whole day, under a cloud often, and sometimes weeping great and little
showers, and sets quickly: so is a man’s reason and his life.