Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/To the Morning Lark
To the Morning Lark.
Feathered lyric! warbling high,
Sweetly gaining on the sky—
Opening with thy matin lay
Nature's hymn, the eye of day,
Teach my soul, on early wing,
Thus to soar, and thus to sing!
Sweetly gaining on the sky—
Opening with thy matin lay
Nature's hymn, the eye of day,
Teach my soul, on early wing,
Thus to soar, and thus to sing!
While the bloom of Orient light
Guides thee in thy tuneful flight,
May the day-spring from on high,
Seen by Faith's religious eye,
Cheer me with his vital ray,
Promise of eternal day!
Guides thee in thy tuneful flight,
May the day-spring from on high,
Seen by Faith's religious eye,
Cheer me with his vital ray,
Promise of eternal day!