Proper Pride

THE Sun, whose raysAre all ablazeWith ever living glory,Does not denyHis majesty—He scorns to tell a story!He don't exclaim"I blush for shame,So kindly be indulgent,"But, fierce and bold,In fiery gold,He glories all effulgent!

I mean to rule the earth,As he the sky—We really know our worth,The Sun and I!

Observe his flame,That placid dame,The Moon's Celestial Highness;There's not a traceUpon her faceOf diffidence or shyness:She borrows lightThat, through the night.Mankind may all acclaim her!And, truth to tell,She lights up well.So I, for one, don't blame her!

Ah, pray make no mistake.We are not shy;We're very wide awake,The Moon and I!