The sun, which beheld rising at Christmas, as a giant who would burst the bonds of frost asunder and restrain the tyranny of darkness—now, as though he had grown wearied, is drooping towards the horizon; each day we see him gradually leaving that glorious zenith, where we admired his dazzling splendor, on the day of our Emmanuel’s Ascension; his fire has lost its might; and though he still holds half the day as his, his disc is growing pale, which tells us of the coming on of those long nights when Nature, stripped of all her loveliness by angry storms, seems as though she would bury herself forever in the frozen shroud which is to bind her.
Mwaka wetu, pia, ni juu ya kuanguka, kama sisi kusema. jua, ambayo tumeuona kupanda wakati wa Krismasi, kama giant ambao akivivunja vifungo ya baridi vipande viwili na kuzuia udhalimu wa giza-sasa, kana kwamba alikuwa mzima amechoka, ni drooping kuelekea upeo wa macho; kila siku sisi kumwona hatua kwa hatua kuacha kuwa kilele tukufu, ambapo sisi admired na fahari zake dazzling, siku ya Ascension Emmanuel yetu; moto wake amepoteza nguvu zake; na ingawa yeye bado ana nusu siku kama yake, disc yake ni kuongezeka pale, ambayo inatuambia ya akija juu ya usiku wale kwa muda mrefu wakati Nature, kuvuliwa uzuri wake wote na dhoruba hasira, inaonekana kana kwamba angeweza kuzika mwenyewe milele katika waliohifadhiwa sanda ambayo ni kuwafunga yake.