text:  As the sun from out the orient Pours a wider warmer light Till he floods both earth and ocean Blazing from the zenith's height; So the glory of our poet In its deathless power serene Shines--as rolling time advances-- Warmer felt and wider seen: First Doon's banks and braes contain'd it Then his country form'd its span; Now the wide world is its empire And its throne the heart of man