Nature has waked, and yawn'd, and oped her eye,
While on the mountains Morn has ta'en his stand,
Drawing night's curtain from the dreaming sky,
The glittering sunbeam in his dewy hand,
Bright sceptre, to assert his calm command
Over earth's grey expansion and the deep:
'Tis done--the gather'd clouds of night expand,
Starting like spirits from a troubled sleep;
While far away the uplands, darkly grand,
Lift through the marble haze their foreheads steep;
The dim air glitters into life; the land
Smokes like a shrine to God; with voice of mirth
The lark ascends her sunny temple, and
Bids the blue laughing hours embrace the earth.
