Far, Far at Sea (Stirling)/Rosy Morn
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ROSY MORN.
When the rosy morn appearing,Paints with gold the verdant lawn,Bees, on banks of thyme disporting,Sip the sweets and hail the dawn.
Warbling birds the day proclaiming,Carol sweet the lively strain;They forsake their leafy dwelling,To procure the golden grain.
See, content, the humble gleaner,Takes the scatter'd ears that fall:Nature, all her children viewing,Kindly bounteous, cares for all.
FINIS.