Poems (Stephens)/A day
For works with similar titles, see A Day.
A DAY.
The morning comes in splendor bright
With glittering dew and opening flowers,
Sweet songsters waken us to light'
And glory in these wondrous hours;
We revel 'mid earth's choicest sweets
And gaze on beauty with delight,
Our senses quickened by repose
Throughout the long and peaceful night.
With glittering dew and opening flowers,
Sweet songsters waken us to light'
And glory in these wondrous hours;
We revel 'mid earth's choicest sweets
And gaze on beauty with delight,
Our senses quickened by repose
Throughout the long and peaceful night.
The noontide comes with busy hum,
And ceaseless steps of hurrying feet,
While voices quick and harsh and loud,
Proclaim the traffic of the street.
The sun holds fierce, relentless sway,
There's burning heat and sweat and dust,
And mortals fret and toil and wear,
And question ever why they must.
And ceaseless steps of hurrying feet,
While voices quick and harsh and loud,
Proclaim the traffic of the street.
The sun holds fierce, relentless sway,
There's burning heat and sweat and dust,
And mortals fret and toil and wear,
And question ever why they must.
But gently falls the eventide,
A few soft clouds are in the west,
Sweet sounds are in the distance heard,
And zephyrs softly breathe of rest,
And man so zealous through the day
Is wearied out with all the strife,
And bows his head in thankfulness,
Then falls asleep, and this is Life.
A few soft clouds are in the west,
Sweet sounds are in the distance heard,
And zephyrs softly breathe of rest,
And man so zealous through the day
Is wearied out with all the strife,
And bows his head in thankfulness,
Then falls asleep, and this is Life.