Quote#Nature
When the glad sun, exulting in his might
Quote byEmma Catherine Embury · 1806–1863
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "Autumn Evening", l. 2, in Mrs. L. H. Sigourney (ed.) The Religious Souvenir, for MDCCCXL (New York: Scofield & Voorhies, 1839) p. 191. Collected in Poems (New York: Hurd and Houghton, 1869) p. 241. Reported in Maturin M. Ballou (ed.) Pearls of Thought (Boston and New York: Houghton, Mifflin and Co..
English (original)
When the glad sun, exulting in his might, Comes from the dusky-curtain'd tents of night.
— Emma Catherine Embury
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