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SUNRISE.
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Even as the aureate tide thou pourest forth
On all sides equally at every point,
Flooding creation with thy boundless beams.
And yet with thine own image dost anoint
Each individual daisy's head; so teems
Full on the universe through all its round
The radiant power of the Divinity;
But still with special aim is resting found
Upon the lowliest of the lowly—me.
On all sides equally at every point,
Flooding creation with thy boundless beams.
And yet with thine own image dost anoint
Each individual daisy's head; so teems
Full on the universe through all its round
The radiant power of the Divinity;
But still with special aim is resting found
Upon the lowliest of the lowly—me.
Sunrise.
Night hurrying sails away across the waters,
To seek repose in her own distant isles,
And slow retire the moon's all-radiant daughters,
But young Aurora lingers with her smiles,
From the deep dell and dark grove's heaving breast,
The misty forms that nightly slumber there,
Ascending to the mountain's snowy crest,
Expand their wings, and part into the air;
And forth from out the eastern hall,
Gilding Nature's sable pall,
The lovely light descends to deck
With dewy pearls young Morning's neck.
The lark is up in the dewy sheen;—
Oh, the little saint, with harp unseen,
Is trilling a hymn on her skyèd tower,
Whose cherub tones and airy power
Hold the ear of heav'n, that listens above
In trembling trance of silent love.
The zephyrs pass by on their downy wings,
With harps, from whose Æolian strings
A requiem quivers adown the vale
To the moon there sitting, all sad and pale.
And o'er yon eastern fields of blue
Tall filmy shapes of amber hue
Wave their bright robes around the car
Of the slow retiring Morning Star.
Sweet looks the infant day above
Like the rich and rosy smile of love.
To seek repose in her own distant isles,
And slow retire the moon's all-radiant daughters,
But young Aurora lingers with her smiles,
From the deep dell and dark grove's heaving breast,
The misty forms that nightly slumber there,
Ascending to the mountain's snowy crest,
Expand their wings, and part into the air;
And forth from out the eastern hall,
Gilding Nature's sable pall,
The lovely light descends to deck
With dewy pearls young Morning's neck.
The lark is up in the dewy sheen;—
Oh, the little saint, with harp unseen,
Is trilling a hymn on her skyèd tower,
Whose cherub tones and airy power
Hold the ear of heav'n, that listens above
In trembling trance of silent love.
The zephyrs pass by on their downy wings,
With harps, from whose Æolian strings
A requiem quivers adown the vale
To the moon there sitting, all sad and pale.
And o'er yon eastern fields of blue
Tall filmy shapes of amber hue
Wave their bright robes around the car
Of the slow retiring Morning Star.
Sweet looks the infant day above
Like the rich and rosy smile of love.