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The year's at the spring, And days at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn; God's in His heaven All's right with the world.
See amid the winter's snow, Born for us on earth below, See, the Lamb of God appears, Promised from eternal years! Hail thou ever-blesse' d morn! Hail, redemption's happy dawn! Sing through all Jerusalem: Christ is born in Bethlehem!
He went like one that hath been stunned, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.
Musicians wrestle everywhere All dayamong the crowded air I hear the silver strife Andwakinglong before the morn Such transport breaks upon the town I think it that 'New Life!'
Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Fair laughs the morn and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Then come on, come on, and yield A savour like unto a blessed field, When the bedabbled morn Washes the golden ears of corn.
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence.
I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away!
She stood breast high amid the corn, Clasped by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.
No sunno moon! No mornno noon No dawnno duskno proper time of day.
And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun, And she forgot the blue above the trees, And she forgot the dells where waters run, And she forgot the chillyautumn breeze; She had no knowledge when the day was done, And the new morn she saw not: but in peace Hung over her sweet Basil evermore, And moistened it with tears unto the core.
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star, Sat gray-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair.
How at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.
Till civil-suited Morn appear, Not tricked and frounced as she was wont With the Attic boy to hunt, But kerchiefed in a comely cloud.
Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, of human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works to me expunged and razed, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.
Still glides the stream, and shall for ever glide; The Form remains, the function never dies; While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise, We Men, who in our morn of youth defied The elements, must vanish;be it so!
Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight, Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.
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