To open both your drowsy eyes,

To stretch your limbs and realise

To watch the dancing, shifting beam

Of sun, awake yet half in dream,

Uncertain if the fitful gleam

To turn with soft, contented sigh,

And through the window watch the sky,

To feel the air steal in the room,

Made fragrant by the soft perfume

Of lime-trees, when their scented bloom

To hear the rustling voice of leaves,

The chirp of birds beneath the eaves,

The tiny hum of timid things

That fly with gauzy, fragile wings,

Where yet the dusk to daylight clings,

To feel the soul look forth and smile,

Contented with each fruitful mile

To hear the heart beat loud and strong,

In unison with Nature's song,

That echoes tremulous and long

To know yourself a thing complete,

With strength of mind and limb replete,

A creature made to dominate

The lesser things of earth, a fate

On whom the universe must wait,

And then to cry in deep delight

God made the world and made it right;

Was ere completeness so complete,

Was ever sweetness half so sweet,

Was ever loving half so meet;