Across the ancient wilderness in this ancient land, each day is seen a miracle; and so we stood beside our coach on that empty road to view, just as the ancients had, the birth of majesty.
A feather dipped in light had brushed the eastern sky;
and night's retreat began at the desert's rim.
Wrapped against the cold, we watched it from the roadside,
spilled there from our coach.
Its dawning power now lit the sky,
Yet you might have sensed some trepidation
As the infant sun raised its fiery head
To peep across the desert
At its spreading realm.
There we stood in silence
And its glory grew,
Until, established
on its throne,
It overwhelmed our world.
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