Littell's Living Age/Volume 129/Issue 1670/Dawn in the Mountains of the Tropics

DAWN IN THE MOUNTAINS OF THE
TROPICS.

That peerless moment ere the sun is born,
⁠How fresh the breeze as he the horizon nears,
The trill of waking birds, the distant horn,
⁠A warning voice among these mountaineers.
The violet glow upon the mountain crest,
⁠Where vagrant foot of man has seldom trod
The golden glory broadening in the east,
⁠Proclaims the advent of the type of God.
As royally he sails into the blue,
⁠A friendly cedar veils his glowing face
And spares the flowers for a little space;
⁠A little longer to imbibe the dew.
The bugle's shrill réveillée from the height
⁠Recalls the drowsy soldier to the light.

Victoria Magazine.