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PICTURE OF MORNING.
Once more supported by the care of heaven
Without whose knowledge, not a sparrow falls,
I breathe the air of Morn. The voice of Joy
Now welcomes Nature from the sleep of Night,
And pours its song of gratitude to God.
Without whose knowledge, not a sparrow falls,
I breathe the air of Morn. The voice of Joy
Now welcomes Nature from the sleep of Night,
And pours its song of gratitude to God.
Bright from yon hill looks forth the king of day,
He shakes his golden locks and flings on earth
His full effulgence and his genial warmth.
With red the towering mountians all are tipt.
The lake slow winding thro' its sedgy bed
Reflects his radiance trembling o'er its wave.
The tall pines whistle, bending their green heads.
The hills with gladness meet the opening day,
And echo to the bleating of the flocks.
Varying and wild, sweet Nature's tuneful band
Forth from the grove their gayest music send;
And now and then is wafted to the ear
The music of the distant shepherd's pipe.
Moistened with dew the flowret of the vale
Lifts its gay head, and the saluting breeze
Bears its sweet fragrance on its wings away.
Health flies the pillow when the sun is risen.
Health wantons in the breath of balmy morn.
Nature has wakened from her still repose,
Shook from her arms the drowsy God of sleep.
He shakes his golden locks and flings on earth
His full effulgence and his genial warmth.
With red the towering mountians all are tipt.
The lake slow winding thro' its sedgy bed
Reflects his radiance trembling o'er its wave.
The tall pines whistle, bending their green heads.
The hills with gladness meet the opening day,
And echo to the bleating of the flocks.
Varying and wild, sweet Nature's tuneful band
Forth from the grove their gayest music send;
And now and then is wafted to the ear
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Moistened with dew the flowret of the vale
Lifts its gay head, and the saluting breeze
Bears its sweet fragrance on its wings away.
Health flies the pillow when the sun is risen.
Health wantons in the breath of balmy morn.
Nature has wakened from her still repose,
Shook from her arms the drowsy God of sleep.
Come then Alinda, with me bend thy course
O'er the gay landscape glittering in the sun.
Let us inhale the spirit of the breeze,
And mark the charms of nature in the bush,
And brake and lawn, and morn's unruffled wave.
Give to the light fair maid thy peerless beauty,
Give to the wind thy locks of glossy hair,
And give to me thy soft benignant smile.
O'er the gay landscape glittering in the sun.
Let us inhale the spirit of the breeze,
And mark the charms of nature in the bush,
And brake and lawn, and morn's unruffled wave.
Give to the light fair maid thy peerless beauty,
Give to the wind thy locks of glossy hair,
And give to me thy soft benignant smile.
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