An
HYMN
to
the
MORNING
.
I.
SEE
the
lovely
Morning
rise
,
See
her
Glories
paint
the
Skies
,
Half
o'er
the
reviving
Globe
Gaily
spreads
her
Saffron
Robe
:
See
the
Hills
with
Flowers
crown'd
,
And
the
Valleys
laughing
round
.
II
.
Mira
to
Aurora
sings
,
While
the
Lark
exulting
springs
High
in
Air
—
and
tunes
her
Throat
To
a
soft
and
merry
Note
;
The
Goldfinch
and
the
Linnet
join
:
Hail
Aurora
,
Nymph
divine
.
III
.
See
Clione's
gilded
Car
,
See
it
blazes
from
afar
;
Here
the
fair
One
bends
her
Way
,
Balmy
Zephyrs
round
her
play
;
Now
she
lights
upon
the
Vale
,
Fond
to
meet
the
western
Gale
.
IV
.
May
this
artless
Praise
be
thine
,
Soft
Clione
half
divine
.
See
her
snowy
Hand
she
waves
,
Silent
stand
her
waiting
Slaves
;
And
while
they
guard
the
Silver
Reins
,
She
wanders
lonely
o'er
the
Plains
.
V.
See
those
Cheeks
of
beauteous
Dye
,
Lovely
as
the
dawning
Sky
,
Innocence
that
ne'er
beguiles
Lips
that
wear
eternal
Smiles
:
Beauties
to
the
rest
unknown
,
Shine
in
her
and
her
alone
.
VI
.
Now
the
Rivers
smoother
flow
,
Now
the
op'ning
Roses
glow
,
The
Woodbine
twines
her
odorous
Charms
Round
the
Oaks
supporting
Arms
:
Lilies
paint
the
dewy
Ground
,
And
Ambrosia
breathes
around
.
VII
.
Come
,
ye
Gales
that
fan
the
Spring
;
Zephyr
,
with
thy
downy
Wing
,
Gently
waft
to
Mira's
Breast
Health
,
Content
,
and
balmy
Rest
.
Far
,
O
far
from
hence
remain
Sorrow
,
Care
,
and
sickly
Pain
.
VIII
.
Thus
sung
Mira
to
her
Lyre
,
Till
the
idle
Numbers
tire
:
Ah
!
Sappho
sweeter
sings
,
I
cry
,
And
the
spiteful
Rocks
reply
,
(
Responsive
to
the
jarring
Strings
)
Sweeter
—
Sappho
sweeter
sings
.