Morning, The. 
By Cunningham, Allan. 


O come! for the lily
Is white on the lea;
O come! for the wood-doves
Are paired on the tree;
The lark sings with dew
On her wings and her feet;
The thrush pours his ditty
Loud, varied, and sweet:
So come where the twin hares
Mid fragrance have been,
And with flowers I will weave thee
A crown like a queen.

O come! hark, the throstle
Invites you aloud,
And wild comes the plover's cry
Down from the cloud;
The stream lifts its voice,
And yon daisy's begun
To part its red lips
And drink dew in the sun;
The sky laughs in light,
Earth rejoices in green:
So come, and I'll crown thee
With flowers like a queen.

O haste! hark, the shepherd
Hath wakened his pipe,
And led out his lambs
Where the blackberry's ripe;
The bright sun is tasting
The dew on the thyme;
Yon glad maiden's lilting
And old bridal rhyme;
There's joy in the heaven
And gladness on earth:
So come to the sunshine
And mix in the mirth.