The Book of Scottish Song/Sweet is the dawn

Sweet is the dawn.

[David Vedder.—From the Edinburgh Literary Gazette.]

Sweet is the dawn of vernal morn,
⁠And doubly sweet to me
That moment when the lamp of day
⁠Emerges from the sea,
And lightens up the glowing skies
As erst he lighted paradise.

But sweeter far to view thy face
⁠Suffused with beauty's glow;
'Tis like the morning's rosy rays
⁠Shining on Alpine snow,—
And, oh! the radiance of those eyes
To me, is more than paradise.

Oh, sweet the mavis' matin hymn—
⁠The merle's song at even;
And sweet the lark's wild melody
⁠When soaring up to heaven;
But music sweeter than thy voice
Was never heard in paradise.

Oh, Mary! let one heavenly ray
⁠Beam from thy beauteous face,
'Twill light my clouded spirit up,
⁠And fill my soul with peace;
'Twill dissipate my mental gloom,
And round me paradise shall bloom.

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