Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/The Morning Star

The Morning Star.

Star of the morn, whose placid ray Beamed mildly o'er yon sacred hill,While whispering zephyrs seemed to say, As silence slept, and earth was still,Hail, harbinger of Gospel light!Dispel the shades of Nature's night!

I saw thee rise on Salem's towers, I saw thee shine on Gospel lands,And Gabriel summoned all his powers And waked to ecstasy his bands;Sweet cherubs hailed thy rising ray,And sang the dawn of Gospel day!

Shine, lovely star, on every clime, For bright thy peerless beauties be,Gild with thy beam the wing of time, And shed thy rays from sea to sea;Then shall the world from darkness rise,Millennial glories cheer our eyes!