 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
MORNING, SWEET MORNING.
Morning, sweet morning, I welcome thy ray,
Life opens bright like the op'ning of day,
Waking to fragrance the fresh-blooming flow'rs,
Lighting with sunshine our earliest hours;
Evening, with shadows, is hurrying on,
Let us be gay ere the noontide be gone:—
For shadows increase, as the sunshine grows less:
Then gather the joys that our youth may possess!
Oh! morning, sweet morning, I welcome thy ray,
Life opens bright like the op'ning of day!
Life opens bright like the op'ning of day,
Waking to fragrance the fresh-blooming flow'rs,
Lighting with sunshine our earliest hours;
Evening, with shadows, is hurrying on,
Let us be gay ere the noontide be gone:—
For shadows increase, as the sunshine grows less:
Then gather the joys that our youth may possess!
Oh! morning, sweet morning, I welcome thy ray,
Life opens bright like the op'ning of day!
The dew on the rose-bud at morning may lie,
And tear-drops will tremble in youth's sparkling eye,
But soon as the sun sheds his warmth and his light,
The dew-drops all vanish—the flow'rets are bright.
But, at cold evening, the dew falling fast,
Will rest on the rose—for the sunshine is past:—
And the tear-drop of age will be lingering thus,
When the sunshine of soul hath departed from us.
Oh! morning, sweet morning, I welcome thy ray,
Life opens bright like the op'ning of day!
And tear-drops will tremble in youth's sparkling eye,
But soon as the sun sheds his warmth and his light,
The dew-drops all vanish—the flow'rets are bright.
But, at cold evening, the dew falling fast,
Will rest on the rose—for the sunshine is past:—
And the tear-drop of age will be lingering thus,
When the sunshine of soul hath departed from us.
Oh! morning, sweet morning, I welcome thy ray,
Life opens bright like the op'ning of day!
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |