Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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THE MORNING HOUR. |
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THE MORNING HOUR.
It is the morn's own beauteous hour—
In beauty's rich increase—
While dews and softest airs have power,
And all is joy and peace!
In beauty's rich increase—
While dews and softest airs have power,
And all is joy and peace!
All, all is peace and promise yet—
Of more perfection's pride—
Methinks that sun can ne'er have set
That now smiles far and wide!
Of more perfection's pride—
Methinks that sun can ne'er have set
That now smiles far and wide!
Is this the world where griefs and cares
A part so mournful play?—
Soft dews and beams and tenderest airs,
Chase such a thought away!
A part so mournful play?—
Soft dews and beams and tenderest airs,
Chase such a thought away!
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Glad things now welcome with delight
The bright return of Day;
While sure of thee, thou shadowy Night,
No memory now can stay!—
The bright return of Day;
While sure of thee, thou shadowy Night,
No memory now can stay!—
A thousand free and joyous things
Tell loud their rapture now:—
Hark, to the stir of many wings
Rustling through leaf and bough!—
Tell loud their rapture now:—
Hark, to the stir of many wings
Rustling through leaf and bough!—
Happy ye are—that best employ
Your hours from morn till night,
In business of great bliss and joy,
And labour of delight.—
Your hours from morn till night,
In business of great bliss and joy,
And labour of delight.—
But my rejoicing, thankful heart,
Is happier than ye all—
It knoweth—rapt in bliss apart,
Whence all its blessings fall!—
Is happier than ye all—
It knoweth—rapt in bliss apart,
Whence all its blessings fall!—
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Whence all its boundless blessings flow,
In vast and deep increase,
That heart in thankfulness doth know,
And dwells in Heaven and peace!
In vast and deep increase,
That heart in thankfulness doth know,
And dwells in Heaven and peace!
And it reflects your joy, the bliss
Of Life and Nature all!
Thee!—Human Heart! that can do this,
Earth's happiest thing I call!
Of Life and Nature all!
Thee!—Human Heart! that can do this,
Earth's happiest thing I call!
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