Morning Thoughts.
Dark night away hath roll'd,
Glad birds are soaring high,
And see,—a ray like dazzling gold
Comes darting from the sky.
How shall I thank the Power
Whose hand sustains me so,
And o'er each waking plant and flower
Bids dews of mercy flow?
Teach me to look above;
Receive my morning prayer,
And Father, in thy boundless love,
Make me, this day, thy care.