Morning and Evening.
by John Geo. Watts.
‘ When first the glorious God of Day
Flings wide his orient gates of gold,
And striding on his kingly way,
Bids Earth her varied charms unfold,
When flower-cups brim with fairy wine,
And dew-pearls catch a ruddy glow,
When song-birds wake their notes divine,
And balmy breezes softly blow--
Mead, wood, and dell, I love to pace,
And greet dear Nature face to face.
When western skies are royal red,
And Even spreads her dusky veil,
And love-lorn Lung overhead
Draws forth the tuneful nightingale:
When shepherds fold their fleecy care,
And gally chirp the green-grass choirs,
When bat and moth whirl through the air,
And glow-worms light their elfin fires--
I love to roam o'er mead, o'er hill,
And let my fancy sport at will.
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