The setting sun gives forth the warmest light:
Bestowing gold to those who dwell on earth,
Illumining a thousand paths to height
Of soul, and showing ways to greater worth.
By following the sun as it goes down
To earth, you lead your virtue back to health,
Embodying your highest self — a crown
You forge from inner stores of endless wealth.
This going down is not mere happiness,
Instead it's making hard through raging fire
And quenching water, which together bless
A greatness shining on a world entire.
(cf. Thus Spoke Zarathustra, "On the Blissful Islands", "Of Old and New Law-Tables")
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