Thomas Cole's poetry the collected poems of America's foremost painter of the Hudson River School reflecting his feelings for nature and the romantic spirit of the Nineteenth Century |
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Morning |
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Morning
See how shines the morning light
Gently on each tree and flower!
God hath kept them safe all night
By his goodness and his power.
Gently on each tree and flower!
God hath kept them safe all night
By his goodness and his power.
Through the long, dark hours gone by
While we all were fast asleep
God with his all-seeing eye
From all danger did us keep.
While we all were fast asleep
God with his all-seeing eye
From all danger did us keep.
On the trees that stand close by
Birds their little voices raise
Singing to the Lord on high
In sweet strains of thankful praise.
Birds their little voices raise
Singing to the Lord on high
In sweet strains of thankful praise.
Like the birds with cheerful voice,
When the morning lights the sky,
Our own simple songs should rise
Unto God who dwells on high.
When the morning lights the sky,
Our own simple songs should rise
Unto God who dwells on high.
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