The warmth and light of morning’s dewy brightness;
Their chill power over—with a glad awaking
Starts to new life each sleeping leaf and flower,
Each bird and insect into wild song breaking—
All Nature’s heart-pulse thrilleth to the hour:
Thus, my life’s sun—its glory all pervading—
Fuses my soul with daylight warm and tender;
Thus, all strange fears, my spirit darkly shading—
All doubtings flee from its excess of splendor:
Thus, through my inmost heart—like joy-bells ringing—