Now wind thyself;
And quake as if moved by zephyr’s wing,
'Neath the clang of the chord;
And a morning song with glee we’ll sing
To our Maker and Lord.”
Anonymous Translation. Adam Gottlob Ochlenshlager, 1779.
DANISH MORNING SONG.
From eastern quarters now
The sun’s up wandering;
His rays on the rock’s brow,