Inspire the languid frame with new-born life,
And all its sinking powers rejuvenate,
Freshening the murky hollows of the soul!
Good Heaven! How glorious this morning hour,
Nature’s new birth-time! All her mighty frame,
In lowly vale, on lofty mountain-top,
And wide savannah, stirs, with sprightful life,
Life irrepressible, whose eager thrill
Shoots to her very finger-tips, and makes
Each little flower through all her delicate threads