Sympathy for the sun

Which among us never wearies?
Who has a smile that never dims?
Though the day be bleak and bleary,
at least the sun still strives to glim.

And when the sun is in its glory;
how like a roaring lion it seems
or noble king from some old story,
dispensing, like truth, golden beams.

Why expect a cloudless summer
when we, ourselves, are seldom bright?
Forgive the days greyer and glummer
and bless each day of blazing light.