Intermountain Catholic | 1900-04-28 | Page 8 | Morning

MORNING. , As die the star-beams in the bending blue. See. rosy morn doth kiss the eastern hill With gorgeous tints, which downward stream, until O'er sleeping earth all colors gay they strew. Now rose and violet tremble into viciw; Anon, all shades that woo the painter's skill Soft cast o'er lonely lake and rippling rill A mystic spell of fairest rainbow hue. O golden morn, which stealeth through the night To shed thy gleaming rays o'er distant earth. And bathe in beauty heaven's azure dome. Thou art so glorious in thy robes of light That in celestial realms iltoa must have birth. And with thee bringcth gleams of that bright home. HAZEL POLLOCK. Class '0L