All look to thee—aspiring, seek to rise;The lordly eagle soars in trackless waysFar above clouds, rejoiced to bathe his eyesIn purest azure streams of thy ethereal rays.Joyous, upspringing from his morning bed,The lark—enough to burst his tiny heart—Proclaims thy welcome:—modestly its headThe lily lifts to thee to kiss, ere thou depart.On Hermon’s top the snow jewel brightly shines—Greeting thine advent: and—how richly fraught—A myriad dewdrops, hung on mountain pines,Offer up incense! Ocean’s cup presents thy draught.
All look to thee—aspiring, seek to rise;The lordly eagle soars in trackless waysFar above clouds, rejoiced to bathe his eyesIn purest azure streams of thy ethereal rays.Joyous, upspringing from his morning bed,The lark—enough to burst his tiny heart—Proclaims thy welcome:—modestly its headThe lily lifts to thee to kiss, ere thou depart.On Hermon’s top the snow jewel brightly shines—Greeting thine advent: and—how richly fraught—A myriad dewdrops, hung on mountain pines,Offer up incense! Ocean’s cup presents thy draught.
All look to thee—aspiring, seek to rise;The lordly eagle soars in trackless waysFar above clouds, rejoiced to bathe his eyesIn purest azure streams of thy ethereal rays.
All look to thee—aspiring, seek to rise;
The lordly eagle soars in trackless ways
Far above clouds, rejoiced to bathe his eyes
In purest azure streams of thy ethereal rays.
Joyous, upspringing from his morning bed,The lark—enough to burst his tiny heart—Proclaims thy welcome:—modestly its headThe lily lifts to thee to kiss, ere thou depart.
Joyous, upspringing from his morning bed,
The lark—enough to burst his tiny heart—
Proclaims thy welcome:—modestly its head
The lily lifts to thee to kiss, ere thou depart.
On Hermon’s top the snow jewel brightly shines—Greeting thine advent: and—how richly fraught—A myriad dewdrops, hung on mountain pines,Offer up incense! Ocean’s cup presents thy draught.
On Hermon’s top the snow jewel brightly shines—
Greeting thine advent: and—how richly fraught—
A myriad dewdrops, hung on mountain pines,
Offer up incense! Ocean’s cup presents thy draught.
And then how enjoyable it is to inhale the perfume of a million flowers from some eminence in the open country! It reminds one of the poet’s Address to the Morning (fromBlackwood):—
Oh morn! from countless cups of gold,Thou liftest reverently on highMore incense fine than earth can hold,To fill the sky!
Oh morn! from countless cups of gold,Thou liftest reverently on highMore incense fine than earth can hold,To fill the sky!
Oh morn! from countless cups of gold,Thou liftest reverently on highMore incense fine than earth can hold,To fill the sky!
Oh morn! from countless cups of gold,
Thou liftest reverently on high
More incense fine than earth can hold,
To fill the sky!