Light rushes up from the east, as from an eternal fountain,
And straightway all Nature glows like steel that burns in the furnace!
Hail to the morning, hail! hail to its radiant splendor!
Hail to the wings of its speed! to its glad and its glorious presence!
It comes to the dusky east like a thought of fire to the brain!
It comes to the brightening east, like a “bridegroom to his bride!”
It comes to the glowing east like liberty to the slave!
And Nature laughs out in its splendor, and turns into light in its joy.
Sing pæans, sing pæans all Nature! about pæans to God in His glory!
He rolls up the sun in His might! He spreadeth the wings of the morning!