Poems (Edwards)/The Sunbeams
THE SUNBEAMS.
Sporting on the river's breast,Here and there the sunbeams rest,—Dancing on the brooklet bright,Skipping on the mountain's height,Looking through the clouds that lieSoftly on the azure sky,Giving colour, one by one,To every thing beneath the sun,Gladdening sea and earth and air;Glorious things the sunbeams are.
Stealing through the faded leavesDown upon the cottage eves,Soft and silently they lie,Quivering as the winds pass by With delight, this earth would beDark without the sunbeams free,Gladdening sky, and sea, and air,Scattering brightness every where,Dancing here and sleeping there;Glorious things the sunbeams are.