Classic Poem

The Morning Star has gone back into heaven,
The Sun's light-footed Herald, the gray Dawn,
Is passing upwards, and the dusk is riven
By a warm tinge, like to a purple lawn,
O'er which a misty saffron veil is drawn.
But warmer is the rose tint spreading now
Along the dim horizon, erst so wan,
Like Health returning to the pallid brow
And cheek of some young sufferer, with a welcome glow.

PÆAN TO THE DAWN.

In the East the blooming Angel,
Morning, hov'reth, like a gorgeous rose,
Waking many a fair Evangel
From her heavenly repose.
From her brow a radiant glory
Falls, like fire from above,
Telling the impassioned story
Of God's everlasting love.
Love's Angels ever walk their starry round,
And each new Morn beholds Love newly crowned.

Love, that at the primal waking
Of the Dawn in Eden's bowers,
Wandered through the Garden, slaking
His warm thirst from Eden's flowers;
And the same sweet Eden-nectar
Flows wherever Love is found,
Even when the midnight's spectre
Treads upon earth's hallowed ground.
Love's Angels ever walk their starry round,
And with each Morning Love is newly crowned.

Blessed light of early Morning!
At whose dawn the stars retire,
With thy warmth our souls adorning,
Fill us with love's ardent fire —
With the love that comes from heaven,
With the hope that soars on high,
That our faults may all be shriven,
As thy splendors fill the sky.
Love's Angels ever walk their starry round,
And with each Morning Love is newly crowned.

Calmly is the River glowing,
Like a burnished, crystal sea,
Like pure thoughts forever flowing
Heavenward eternally.
Slowly up the distant mountains
Rolls the changing purple screen,
While the swift rills, from their fountains
Leaping, clothe their sides with green.
Love's Angels ever walk their starry round,
And with each Morning Love is newly crowned.

O'er the earth Love's blooming Angels
Loiter, hand in hand with Morn,
Fair-browed, golden-crowned Evangels,
Twin companions, heaven-born.
Life, and Light, and Joy attending,
Hymns and prayers salute their ears,
Earth's sweet hallelujahs blending
With the anthems of the spheres.
Love's Angels ever walk their starry round,
And with each Morning Love is newly crowned.