Morning (Henry Thomas Smart)
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-10-16). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 105 kB Copyright: CPDL
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1 From the height celestial streaming,
Floods of orient light descend;
Over hill and valley gleaming,
With the glittering dews they blend.
'Tis the hour when all things render
Homage to the king of day,
Ere he sheds exhausting splendour,
In his sultry noontide ray.
2 O 'twas thus in life's gay morning,
Ere my bosom harboured care,
Every scene with joy adorning,
Love shone brightly, sweetly there!
If a momentary sadness
Chanced upon my breast to light,
Gentle beams of sunny gladness,
Put the dreary cloud to flight.
3 Now 'tis past! yet while I wander
In the thorny path of woe,
Doomed on parted joys to ponder,
Sadly sighing as I go;
Oft in memory's glass reviewing,
Every spot my feet have trod,
Fancy, each loved scene renewing,
Lights with hope the future road.