In the Morning

by Willis Boyd Allen

IN MORNING-LAND.

In morning-land the radiant, rosy skies

Each moment gleam with some new-born surprise,

Or flush with dawning hope; the balmy air

Is laden with a thousand perfumes rare

And thrilled with chords of strange, sweet melodies.

On that blest shore, which all around us lies,

Peace reigns supreme, and joyous carols rise

From every shaded copse and pleasaunce fair