Refined and holy, as we stand and gaze
Upon the landscape, brightening in the blaze
That gilds both land and shore.
All objects, far and near,
The light of morn illumines; it is now
That man can walk erect with glowing brow,
And heart devoid of fear.
And, lo! there is a stir
In yonder village, bosomed in the dell,
Like a meek babe, loved by its mother well,