Morning

Mom agttio with golden poneU Tinta thecurtafnof tbJa i Aadag&inln robes oftinseJ gtandeth Ln her holy chatteol, (eotly flushing, ly blushbiff, Like a bride betorcthe priwtl Oh, what holy thonghta come oer us Ah vo drink the moraing blm! As we rlew th" field before us, As we jfjiu tl. ihorsa Of the moraing holy pualml As we vander, . ■ we ponder, In thü moriiing'a btossed calza. Th'Hight of otbor,h;ippifv boon Cume to us with memories rife; Aocl Bgska m teek iho bowera Wliei'B vh uwetl to gaMur fiowen In the norniug maren af lile ; Mtmortefl groet us, PU'u.sures meet as, Yei uustain d by eare or atrlfe. Oh, linw much of lifc ís waMed Iu iliis so-calicd workl ofbiisa - Huw DfeUOh ik-a.suri'-pra!i U b!aste.l - How maoli h&ppiaesa antastecl - Huw muoh plftasure do wé miss, Juat ly kccpiug Dall cye Bleeping Such ïi holy morn as tbi-. Happyl hnppv! bleaod mornlngl tiay my uul retnin the view, Ere the evening lamp ■ are buraiog, Sla y the holy picture, waming, 'feach uil' to begin aB6wl Guide me cbccrfnl, Malie mi' prayful, TiU litc püfirim d;iyi tin