Poems (Pizey)/Lines written at Sun-rise
LINESWRITTEN AT SUN-RISE.
Now o'er the slumbering world the daylight breaks, And morn again leads on the brighter day,And now the glorious sun in golden streaks Paints the blue vault of the ethereal sky.
Now from th' horizon's boundaries he comes, Gathering fresh lustre as he mounts on high,And now, how bright and fair creation blooms, Deck'd with the brilliant diamonds of the sky!
What are the fancied pleasures of the great Compared to this enchanting lovely scene!What is the lustred room, where hundreds meet, Compar'd to this? how trifling, low, and mean!
Can the resplendent diamond that excel Which now this lovely simple flowret wears?Or can the snowy whiteness of the pearl Surpass that lily wet with Nature's tears?
Or can the colours of the painted loom Appear more rich or pleasing to the eye,Than this sweet Rose now opening into bloom, Than that gay tulip's brightly glowing dye?
Where's the extracted essence that excels The fragrant balmy breath of early day,When every flower and shrub far sweeter smells Scenting the zephyrs that around them play?
Ah! little think the trifling thoughtless gay, How many real joys they idly lose,How many true enjoyments throw away, Forgetful of the bounty they abuse.
This hour to me affords more real joy Than noisy mirth or riot e'er can know.I would not change one thought I now enjoy For all the senseless pleasures they bestow.