Poems for Children Sigourney/Morning Thoughts

Dark night away hath roll'd,
    Glad birds are soaring high,
And see,—a ray like dazzling gold
    Comes darting from the sky.

How shall I thank the Power
    Whose hand sustains me so,
And o'er each waking plant and flower
    Bids dews of mercy flow?

Teach me to look above;
    Receive my morning prayer,

And Father, in thy boundless love,
    Make me, this day, thy care.