Sweet morning of life, like the dawning day,
Like the sparkling waves on a sunkissed shore,
That ripple and dance in the sun’s warm ray,
Breathing love, joy and gladness ever more;
Now dreaming of castles so grand and high,
On bays o’er looking a wonderful sea,
Where bright groves of orange and myrtle lie,
On wooded heights filled with sweet melody.
For there the full voiced songsters as they fly,
Sing and warble their love from tree to tree,
While sparkling fountains splash, glisten, then sigh,
In huge basins of stone carved daintily;
The cool murm’ring wind and the bird’s soft trill,
The babbling brook on its way to the sea,
Oh, sweet morning of life stay with us still,
Through the sterner hours keep us good and free.
THOUGHTS OF RIGHTEOUSNESS OR EVIL: WHICH
SHALL IT BE?
O, solemn thought, who could but choose,
The righteous way divinely blest
Where kindness, smiles, and gentle deeds,
Live on forever, never rest;
For no man’s work dies with his life,
But in the long forgotten years,
Down through the ages still live on,
Perpetuating joy or tears.
An evil thought is born of man,
Conceived within a sordid mind,
The seed thus sown grows on and on,
We see despair, all crimes we find
Are lurking in the hearts of men,
Where justice, love and truth should be,
Thoughts influence for good or ill,
Immortal is, as you and me.
THE SUPPLICATION.
Out of the depths of warring strife,
Of selfish greed, ignoble life,
Of lust for gain and pow’r to hold,
The lives of men, their very souls;
Out of the depths we cry to Thee,
Oh loving God make all men free;
O’er flash of cannon, musket roar,
Oh angel of peace ever soar.