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Invocation of the Earth to Morning.
Wake from thy azure ocean-bed,
Oh, beautiful sister, Day!
Uplift thy gem-tiaraed head,
And, in thy vestal robes arrayed,
Bid twilight's gloom give way!
Wake, dearest sister! the dark-browed night
Delayeth long her drowsy flight.
Oh, beautiful sister, Day!
Uplift thy gem-tiaraed head,
And, in thy vestal robes arrayed,
Bid twilight's gloom give way!
Wake, dearest sister! the dark-browed night
Delayeth long her drowsy flight.
Most glorious art thou, sister Day,
Upon thy chariot throne;
While, sitting supreme in royal sway,
Thou boldest thy high effulgent way,
In majesty alone;
Till into thy cloud-pavilioned home,
In the burning west thy footsteps come.
Upon thy chariot throne;
While, sitting supreme in royal sway,
Thou boldest thy high effulgent way,
In majesty alone;
Till into thy cloud-pavilioned home,
In the burning west thy footsteps come.
When last thy parting look I caught,
Which turned to smile good-night,
With all a lover's fondness fraught,
There seemed not in the universe aught
So precious in thy sight
As thy own dear Earth, while to her breast
She folded her slumbering babes to rest.
Which turned to smile good-night,
With all a lover's fondness fraught,
There seemed not in the universe aught
So precious in thy sight
As thy own dear Earth, while to her breast
She folded her slumbering babes to rest.
I hear the sparkling midnight sphere,
Rehearse the choral hymn,
Which yet, ere earth was stained with tears,
Burst on the joy-entrancèd ears
Of holy seraphim;
While the lofty blue empyrean rang,
As the morning stars together sang.
Rehearse the choral hymn,
Which yet, ere earth was stained with tears,
Burst on the joy-entrancèd ears
Of holy seraphim;
While the lofty blue empyrean rang,
As the morning stars together sang.
Oh, many a joyous mountain rill,
And many a rustling stream,
Calm lake and glassy fountain still,
Tall grove and silent, mist-clad hill,
Long for thy coming beam;
Uprouse thee, then, fairest sister dear!
For all are pining thy voice to hear.
And many a rustling stream,
Calm lake and glassy fountain still,
Tall grove and silent, mist-clad hill,
Long for thy coming beam;
Uprouse thee, then, fairest sister dear!
For all are pining thy voice to hear.
With trembling and impatient wing,
My birds on every spray,
Await thy welcome forth to sing
With many a melting lay!
Then wherefore, beautiful, linger so long?
Earth sighs to greet thee with shout and song.
My birds on every spray,
Await thy welcome forth to sing
With many a melting lay!
Then wherefore, beautiful, linger so long?
Earth sighs to greet thee with shout and song.