A Winter Morning Scene. Poem by Henry Alford

Far on the sloping casement from the East
Looks through the frosted haze the purple sun,
As with a heavenly presence filling all
The lowly chamber. First, the wakened girl
With fullest heart bends o'er the slumbering boy;--
``Awake, arise; the golden morning comes!''
Not his the sleep that needs be summoned twice;
At once his bright eyes open,--and at once
His merry voice gives welcome jubilant
To the first rays of day. There yet is one
Calm in warm slumber:--``Sister, come and see!
The glory of the Lord is on the hills,
An angel is come down to wake the sun!''
Together rising, see the gladdened group
Fresh from the dews of sleep, and glorified
By the now streaming sunshine, full of joy,
Gazing entranced.