THE MORNING.Behold, my fair, the ruddy mornAnticipate the day;What beauteous tints the sky adorn,And gild the azure way!The sombre mists, which gloomy nightHad gather’d in the vale,Are borne aloft, and wing their flightBefore the rising gale.Now changed to clouds of varied hue,In airy maze they dance;Now sweep athwart the welkin blue,And gem the gay expanse.The plumy tenant of the groveIs perch’d on yonder spray,And serenades his little loveWith sweetest roundelay.To taste the pleasures of the mornIs bliss without alloy,Though fashion’s drowsy vot’ries scornTo quaff the cup of joy.But rise, my lovely charmer, riseTo greet the early ray,And let myTeraminta’seyesAdd lustre to the day.
Behold, my fair, the ruddy mornAnticipate the day;What beauteous tints the sky adorn,And gild the azure way!The sombre mists, which gloomy nightHad gather’d in the vale,Are borne aloft, and wing their flightBefore the rising gale.Now changed to clouds of varied hue,In airy maze they dance;Now sweep athwart the welkin blue,And gem the gay expanse.The plumy tenant of the groveIs perch’d on yonder spray,And serenades his little loveWith sweetest roundelay.To taste the pleasures of the mornIs bliss without alloy,Though fashion’s drowsy vot’ries scornTo quaff the cup of joy.But rise, my lovely charmer, riseTo greet the early ray,And let myTeraminta’seyesAdd lustre to the day.
Behold, my fair, the ruddy mornAnticipate the day;What beauteous tints the sky adorn,And gild the azure way!
Behold, my fair, the ruddy morn
Anticipate the day;
What beauteous tints the sky adorn,
And gild the azure way!
The sombre mists, which gloomy nightHad gather’d in the vale,Are borne aloft, and wing their flightBefore the rising gale.
The sombre mists, which gloomy night
Had gather’d in the vale,
Are borne aloft, and wing their flight
Before the rising gale.
Now changed to clouds of varied hue,In airy maze they dance;Now sweep athwart the welkin blue,And gem the gay expanse.
Now changed to clouds of varied hue,
In airy maze they dance;
Now sweep athwart the welkin blue,
And gem the gay expanse.
The plumy tenant of the groveIs perch’d on yonder spray,And serenades his little loveWith sweetest roundelay.
The plumy tenant of the grove
Is perch’d on yonder spray,
And serenades his little love
With sweetest roundelay.
To taste the pleasures of the mornIs bliss without alloy,Though fashion’s drowsy vot’ries scornTo quaff the cup of joy.
To taste the pleasures of the morn
Is bliss without alloy,
Though fashion’s drowsy vot’ries scorn
To quaff the cup of joy.
But rise, my lovely charmer, riseTo greet the early ray,And let myTeraminta’seyesAdd lustre to the day.
But rise, my lovely charmer, rise
To greet the early ray,
And let myTeraminta’seyes
Add lustre to the day.