Land in the Ocean/When the Rosy Morn

by Anonymous

WHEN THE 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 stain.
They forsake their leafy dwelling,
To secure the golden grain.

See, Content the humble gleaner,
Takes the scatter'd ears that fall;
Nature, all her children viewing,
Kindly bountcous, cares for all.

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