The Book of Scottish Song/Sweet is the dawn

Sweet is the dawn.

[David Vedder.—From the Edinburgh Literary Gazette.]

Sweet is the dawn of vernal morn,
And doubly sweet to me
That moment when the lamp of day
Emerges from the sea,
And lightens up the glowing skies
As erst he lighted paradise.

But sweeter far to view thy face
Suffused with beauty's glow;
'Tis like the morning's rosy rays
Shining on Alpine snow,—
And, oh! the radiance of those eyes
To me, is more than paradise.

Oh, sweet the mavis' matin hymn—
The merle's song at even;
And sweet the lark's wild melody
When soaring up to heaven;
But music sweeter than thy voice
Was never heard in paradise.

Oh, Mary! let one heavenly ray
Beam from thy beauteous face,
'Twill light my clouded spirit up,
And fill my soul with peace;
'Twill dissipate my mental gloom,
And round me paradise shall bloom.

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