SUN-RISE.
'Tis morning! Listen! Through the ambient air
The waking sounds of distant day are heard,
A busy murmuring from all-anxious care,
And still faint sounds of many a waking bird.
The waking sounds of distant day are heard,
A busy murmuring from all-anxious care,
And still faint sounds of many a waking bird.
See first the region of the eastern heaven,
Clothed in Aurora's beauteous purple robe,
And crimson clouds aside are gently driven,
And the all-glorious sun lights up the world.
Clothed in Aurora's beauteous purple robe,
And crimson clouds aside are gently driven,
And the all-glorious sun lights up the world.
Around him streaks of purple light he throws
Surpassing all that human art can frame,
The softened tints of violet and rose
Are soon succeeded by day's glaring flame.
Surpassing all that human art can frame,
The softened tints of violet and rose
Are soon succeeded by day's glaring flame.
The whole horizon beams with glorious light,
And every thing with joy and bliss seems rife,
The feathered tribes awaking take their flight,
And insect thousands seem to feel new life.
And every thing with joy and bliss seems rife,
The feathered tribes awaking take their flight,
And insect thousands seem to feel new life.
The playful lambkins gambol o'er the green,
The merry lark on soaring wing pours forth
Fair nature's simplest strains,—the morning queen,
And every grove seems wakened into mirth.
The merry lark on soaring wing pours forth
Fair nature's simplest strains,—the morning queen,
And every grove seems wakened into mirth.
Oh, may the asperations of my soul
Be raised to God, and high my prayers ascend;
Adoring him by whose allwise control,
Stern nature's laws can with such beauty blend.
Be raised to God, and high my prayers ascend;
Adoring him by whose allwise control,
Stern nature's laws can with such beauty blend.