from The Bijou Literary Annual, 1828
author: By D.L. Richardson
source date: 1828
edition published: 20170606
availability: Freely available via a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License

The Bijou;
or Annual of Literature and the Arts

compiled by William Fraser
William Pickering London
1828
p. 240

Morning

By D.L. Richardson

Behold glad Nature's triumph! Lo! the sun
Hath burst the pall of night, and o'er the earth
Reviving radiance scattered. Sleep hath done
Her death- resembling reign — and thoughts have
birth
That fill the grateful heart with sacred mirth!
For now the spells of waking bliss abound,
And mortals own the glory and the worth
Of that bright boon, existence — all around
Unnumbered blessings rise in every sight and sound!

The scene is steeped in beauty — and my soul
No longer lingering in the shroud of a care,
Doth greet creation's smile. The grey clouds roll
E'en from the mountain's peaks, and melt in air.
The landscape looks an Eden! who could wear
The hues of sorrow now? This glorious hour
Reveals the ruling God! The Heavens are bare,
Each sunny stream, and blossom- mantled bower
Breathes of pervading love, and shows the power
That spoke him into life, hath blessed man's earthly
dower.