Song at Sunrise

MARY J. ELMENDORF.

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

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

Sorrow and pain and sodden care
Fall from me like a garment; free,
With falcon strength, thought takes the blue
On homing wings of ecstasy.

Peace, dew-bright, glistens everywhere;
Light veils the gloom; the rose the clod:
I see the good through all things shine,
And feel the healing touch of God.

The bonny sun is in the east,
And hills and fields are etched with gold;
The sunny truth is in my heart
With benedictions manifold.

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