MORNING.
Awake, awake! ye slumberers, wake!
And to the ethereal strain give ear,
Which issues forth from yonder glade—
The feathered songsters' chorus hear.
And to the ethereal strain give ear,
Which issues forth from yonder glade—
The feathered songsters' chorus hear.
Awake, awake! the sun hath risen;
Effulgent light is shed around:
The mountain-clouds afar are driven;
The dew is swept from off the ground.
Effulgent light is shed around:
The mountain-clouds afar are driven;
The dew is swept from off the ground.
The lark is soaring far mid air,
And onward takes its solar flight:
Fly, morning harbinger! and scare
The slumbers from the slothful wight.
And onward takes its solar flight:
Fly, morning harbinger! and scare
The slumbers from the slothful wight.
The flowers a brighter hue do wear,
And, breathing incense, scent the air;
And, breathing incense, scent the air;
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