Ode to the Rising Sun.

The beauty of the morning sky,
My blessings be upon it,
How it reflects a majesty
Most worthy of a sonnet.

The splendid drapery of the East
(A gorgeous panorama)
Gives to my soul a glorious feast
To cheer life’s chequer’d drama.

Dark low’ring clouds and manifold
O’er head seem storms presaging,
Bnt lo, yon orient gates of gold
Are other things engaging.

Engaging that to us will smile
A day the most inviting,
As rainbow-like, in happy style,
Are richest hues uniting.

Emblazoned thus, see lengthened lines
Bespread the face of morning,
Reflecting beauty as they shine
The mountain tops adorning!

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Thus from the darkness of the night
Are light and life emerging,
So from earth’s sorrows with delight
Come hope and faith enlarging!

Enlarging like the flowing streams
From rocky nooks distilling,
Or the increasing morning beams
Which now the vale are filling

With floods of light, and up the hills
Low creeping damps are chasing;
While waking nature’s song that thrills
The soul all glooms effacing.

Thus morning typifies the joy
That springs from parting sorrow,
However much it did annoy
Before the coming morrow.

For hear the testimony sure
’Mid many a precious warning,
Though grief might for the night endure,
Joy cometh in the morning.

So who through life might feel agrieved
With gloomy cares, as scorning
All patient faith, shall be relieved
When comes the expected morning.

Sadness; Joy; ReligionSo sure as when the sun shall rise,
With shadowy glooms receding,
Shall prospects bright beyond the skies
Earth’s trials be succeeding.

An endless day with endless joy,
With nought thereto relating
To be withdrawn!—Let such employ
All energies in waiting.

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Such energies let be acquired
To check all fretful feelings,
As faithful patience is required
’Mid providential dealings.

October 9, 1861.