Show making the morning mornin 9 somewhere over the hills of dream they are making the morning gleam by gleam A little of mist a little of glow A little of music to softly flow there the sound of hammer hammed or plane but only a whisper of silver rain 41 A sparkle of beauty on vine and tree A ripple of light on the listening sea making a morning of spring is fine and it is no wonder the blue eyes shine the feet keep dancing the hands move swift As beam by beam they carry and lift it must be wide and it must be strong it must be of beauty and song of bloom and bird and the lovely things that flit in the mist on elfin wings making a morning for all the world and so many stars to be dimmed and furled so many planets to fade into vay gray so many peaks to be gilded for day yes it is is marvelous how they heap form and symbol and arrows that leap out of darkness arrows of light to paint gods smile on the shadows of night folger mckinney in the baltimore sun |