Classic Poem

From rock rebounding,
Through wood resounding,
In changeful echo is ringing
The early horn,
And Youth from his couch is springing,
To greet the morn.

The bright beams quiver
On lake, and on river;
The dew from the forest is falling,
In starry light;
And Spring on her train is calling,
To wing their flight.

Young Day! we hail thee!
Gay clouds half veil thee,
As over the dewy mountain
Thou risest fair:
Beneath thy smile, the fountain
High sparkles there.

Glad songs attend thee;
New blossoms lend thee,
By fairy touch unfolded,
Their first perfume,
And delicate hands have moulded
Their varied bloom.

Joy hovers by thee,
And Health is nigh thee;
A merry dance is bounding
Before thy car;
Their songs, aloft resounding,
Are borne afar.

I run to meet thee,—
With song to greet thee:
Thy handmaid, Beauty, around me
Her loosened zone
Has flung, and laughing has bound me,
To be her own.