Poems (Baldwyn)/The Winter Morning
THE WINTER MORNING.
(Written in the winter of '39, after the cessation of the troubles in Canada.)
The white frost clinging to the leafless trees
In the early sunshine sparkles brightly;
And pure and frosty is the fresh'ning breeze
That waves the glit'ring branches lightly!
And, firm and white
To the dazzl'd sight,
The spotless snow-banks now surround us;
And, loud and clear
And far and near,
The "merry sleigh-bells" ring around us!
No cloud I see!
All, all is glee!
And brightness gems the snow-clad earth;
While o'er the stream
The woodman's team
Is swiftly driven!—all is mirth!
The cheerful song and joyous laugh once more
Are heard responded by the wooded shore;
And peace and gladness have resum'd their sway;—
Oh, may they never cease or fade away!
And may each heart, for these great blessings given,
Pour forth the prayer of thankfulness to heaven!
In the early sunshine sparkles brightly;
And pure and frosty is the fresh'ning breeze
That waves the glit'ring branches lightly!
And, firm and white
To the dazzl'd sight,
The spotless snow-banks now surround us;
And, loud and clear
And far and near,
The "merry sleigh-bells" ring around us!
No cloud I see!
All, all is glee!
And brightness gems the snow-clad earth;
While o'er the stream
The woodman's team
Is swiftly driven!—all is mirth!
The cheerful song and joyous laugh once more
Are heard responded by the wooded shore;
And peace and gladness have resum'd their sway;—
Oh, may they never cease or fade away!
And may each heart, for these great blessings given,
Pour forth the prayer of thankfulness to heaven!