In the Morning

by Willis Boyd Allen

IN MORNING-LAND.

In morning-land the radiant, rosy skies

Each moment gleam with some new-born surprise,

Or flush with dawning hope; the balmy air

Is laden with a thousand perfumes rare

And thrilled with chords of strange, sweet melodies.

On that blest shore, which all around us lies,

Peace reigns supreme, and joyous carols rise

From every shaded copse and pleasaunce fair

In Morning-land.

Knowst thou the land? Wherever friendly eyes

Beam faith and constancy; where true love flies,

Glad tidings of good-will and peace to bear;

Where service is divine, God everywhere,—

There dawns the perfect day that never dies

In Morning-land.