Thou shalt sleep in thy clouds, careless of the voice of the morning.

Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth, in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western waves. But thou, thyself, movest alone.

See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss.

The sun, centre and sire of light, The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.

See the sun! God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.

It was nice to have, and when the sun was out, it was even better. My wife really enjoyed just jumping it and getting a tan at the same time too.