Littell's Living Age/Volume 129/Issue 1670/Dawn in the Mountains of the Tropics
DAWN IN THE MOUNTAINS OF THE
That peerless moment ere the sun is born,
How fresh the breeze as he the horizon nears,
The trill of waking birds, the distant horn,
A warning voice among these mountaineers.
The violet glow upon the mountain crest,
Where vagrant foot of man has seldom trod
The golden glory broadening in the east,
Proclaims the advent of the type of God.
As royally he sails into the blue,
A friendly cedar veils his glowing face
And spares the flowers for a little space;
A little longer to imbibe the dew.
The bugle's shrill réveillée from the height
Recalls the drowsy soldier to the light.