Words for the Hour/Morning

by Julia Ward Howe

MORNING.

I'll have thee greet me in thine early hours;The dew of morning thrilling in thy words,And the first music of the wakened birdsThat pant at noon, and hang their heads at even;Thou, radiant in the first surprise of heaven,And the sweet shock of re-created powers,Shalt welcome me, with thought and hope returning,Ere Day has set his weary task of learning,While, on the breezy vantage, standing free,Thou renderest glad obeisance to the Sun;Thus shalt thou meet th' impulsive bound of oneWho, thanking God for life, forgets not thee.