Richardson, D.L., "Morning." in The Bijou; (London: William Pickering , 1828)
   
      
         
            
               The Bijou; 
               or Annual of Literature and the Arts
            
            compiled by William Fraser
            
            
               
                  William Pickering
               
               London
            
            1828
            
               
                  p. 240
               
            
         
      
      
         
             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.