[Written for the Sentinel.]

Song at Sunrise

The bonny sun in the east,And hills and fields are fanes of greenO'erlaid with gold, like solemn chordsWith lilting melodies between.

My thirsting heart, elated, waits'Mid singing birds and shining leaves,And from the crystal fount on highA deep, sweet draught of love receives.

June 10, 1905

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