MORNING GLORY.
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MORNING GLORY.
ARTH'S awake, 'neath the laughing skies, After the dewy and dreamy night,—
Riot of roses and babel of birds,
All the world in a whirl of delight.
Roses smile in their white content,
Roses blush in their crimson bliss,
As the vagrant breezes wooing them
Ruffle their petals with careless kiss.
Roses blush in their crimson bliss,
As the vagrant breezes wooing them
Ruffle their petals with careless kiss.
Yellow butterflies flutter and float
Jewelled humming-birds glitter and glow,
And scorning the ways of such idle things
Bees flit busily to and fro.
Jewelled humming-birds glitter and glow,
And scorning the ways of such idle things
Bees flit busily to and fro.
