Show e the mornine summons when the mist to en the river and the haze Is on tre tle hills and the promise of the springtime all the ample heaven fills when the shy things in the wood haunts and the hardy on the plains catch up heart and feel a leaping life lit through winter winters glug sluggish gish veins then the summons ot of the morning like a bugle moves the bloedt blood then the soul of man grows larger like a flower from the bud for the hope of high endeavor Is a cor d al halt half divine and the banner cry of onward calls the laggards into line there is glamour of the moonlight when the stars rain peace below but the stir and smell of morning Is a better thing to know while the night Is hushed and holden and transpierced by dreamy song lo 10 L 0 the dawn brings dew and fire and the rapture of the strong r richard burton |