Martha Lavinia Hoffman
A Summer Morning - Poem by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Welcome, glad morning, night's sable curtain
Rolls from the valley and mountains away;
Bursts the great sun forth in glorious splendor,
Herald of morning and king of the day!
Far in the distance the brooklet is singing,
The honey-bee hums o'er the fair, fragrant flower,
High in the tree-tops sweet bird songs are ringing;
And far to the west the tall mountain peaks tower.
Up in the oak tree, canaries sing gaily,
Linnets perch, chirping, on trellis and wall;
Sweet, merry warblers, ye gladden me, daily,
As down from the tree-tops your merry notes fall.
Beautiful picture, mountain and green wood,
Clad in rich robes, like a fairy queen's song,
Radiant Summer! to thy great storehouse
All of these beauties and wonders belong.
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