  Lovingly the morning glows On the lily and the rose; So the heart of God o’erflows! Quietly the sky looks down On the turmoil of the town,— Face divine, without a frown. Peacefully, when toil is o’er, Twilight comes to sea and shore,— Pledge of rest for evermore. Tenderly the moonbeams fall On the hovel and the hall;— So God’s pity shelters all. Soft the light on lea and lawn, Till the faithful stars are gone,— Then—the rapture of the dawn! Transcriber’s NotesObvious typographical errors have been silently corrected. Odd outdent of next to last line on page 43 was omitted. |
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