Classic Poem

Oh , what a sight of pure delight!
Night's curtain is withdrawn,
And like a boy I shout for joy:
All hail, beloved Dawn!

Her herald streaks the mountain-peaks,
The mists are put to flight;
And how she shapes headlands and capes
TOhalls of beauty bright!

Till sea and sky together lie
In rainbow colors dight,
In an excess of loveliness—
Hail, spirit of delight!

Earth is still as beautiful,
With dews untarnish'd laden,
As when thou first in glory burst
Among the bow'rs of Eden.

Great thoughts will sleep in spirits deep,
Of which they little dream,
Till Beauty's spell or Music's swell
Awakes them from their dream.

What glorious gleams of heav'nly dreams
Around thee thou hast drawn!
What hymns of praise, what ecstasies!
All hail, beloved Dawn!