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The strong in lead, the weak behind,
In patient plodding grace.

"Hy-o, Buckskin, brave boy, Joe!
The sun is high,

The hid loons cry:

Hy-ak away! Hy-o!"

Hamlin Garland

SUNRISE AND MORNING

Morn in the white wake of the morning star
Came furrowing all the Orient into gold.

Tennyson

Wake! For the Sun who scattered into flight The Stars before him from the field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav'n

Omar Khayyám

All things that love the sun are out of doors;
The sky rejoices in the morning's birth;
The air is bright with rain-drops.

Wordsworth

SUNRISE AND MORNING

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HARK, hark! the lark at heaven's gate

sings

And Phoebus 'gins arise,

His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With everything that pretty bin,
My lady sweet, arise,
Arise, arise!

Shakespeare

WAK

REVEILLE

AKE: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims, And the ship of sunrise burning Strands upon the eastern rims.

Wake the vaulted shadow shatters,
Trampled to the floor it spanned,
And the tent of night in tatters
Straws the sky-pavilioned land.

Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying:
Hear the drums of morning play;
Hark, the empty highways crying
'Who'll beyond the hills away?”

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Towns and countries woo together,
Forelands beacon, belfries call;
Never lad that trod on leather

Lived to feast his heart with all.

Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and daylight slumber
Were not meant for man alive.

Clay lies still, but blood's a rover;
Breath's a ware that will not keep.
Up, lad: when the journey's over
There'll be time enough to sleep.

A. E. Housman

MORGEN GEBET

WUNDERBARES, tiefes Schweigen,
Wie einsam ist's noch auf der Welt!

Die Wälder nur sich leise neigen,
Als ging der Herr durchs stille Feld.

Ich fühl' mich recht wie neu geschaffen,
Wo ist die Sorge nun und Not?

Was mich noch gestern wollt' erschlaffen,
Ich schäm' mich des im Morgenrot.

Joseph von Eichendorff.

PAC

PACK CLOUDS AWAY

ACK, clouds, away, and welcome day,
With nigl.t we banish sorrow;

Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft,
To give my Love good-morrow!

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