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38 SONGtJ, ETC. |
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THE INVITATION.
The early son is rising fair and bright;
And dancing lightly on each spangled spray. The pearl-drops glisten in the dewy li ght
That bathes in fragrant balm the morn of May.
The thick white mists are spreading far and fast, BeDeath the glowing orb's absorbing beam,
To swell with showers the light clouds floating past. Predicting glorious sport in pool and stream.
Oh ! what a gush of joy o'erwhelms the soul, When Nature pours her matin song of praise ;
What waves of sweet, sad visions round us roll ; What deep and thrilling dreams the mind amase I
The gladsome heart bounds joyous, warm, and free, And throbs with rapture in the morning breeze,
Which, fraught with mild and mystic melody,
Comes fresh and frisking o'er the whispering trees.
Arise thou sluggard ! Hark ! The lark on high, His wild entrancing wood-note bravely rings ;
He revels joyous in the morning sky,
And oars away, and still, in soaring, signs.
What frantic rapture does his strains prolong;
No chilling, passionless performer he ; His little soul is steeped in floods of song,
And pours its joy in that mad ecstacy. |
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