Throw away, cast off all caution–

Not to the wind but to light waves,

Whereon rides the overriding

Almighty one of all the days:

The sun high in its course upon

The star-ridden path of heaven.

For as the sun without a care

Bares its brilliance ‘cross dark skies,

Myriad, numberless to count,

So might we with our upturned eyes

Fill our souls with nectar divine

By drinking the light of the sun,

High up in its star-ridden course,

With those orbs that perceive as one.

What care does the sun tolerate

it does not soon obliterate

In its vast brilliance of light

That by which we each have our sight?

If, thus, the sun be bold and true,

Then how shan’t we also construe

The day and night with such fervor,

The flame of which only further

Ignites our minds with a deep sense

That springs not from the perceptions,

But from the soul, it does commence?

Oh! To be as bold as the sun

With its brilliant face of light,

Shining upon all things as one

And so making all things ignite

With the brilliance of its light

Even in the darkness of night!

If I cannot but be the sun myself,

Then I shall let it make me someone else:

And formed in fire, till I expire,

No more longer then shall I respire,

But I shall become and breathe the fire

Of the sun, burning higher and higher.