The strong in lead, the weak behind, "Hy-o, Buckskin, brave boy, Joe! The hid loons cry: Hy-ak away! Hy-o!" Hamlin Garland Morn in the white wake of the morning star 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; Wordsworth SUNRISE AND MORNING SONG HARK, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs Shakespeare WA 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, Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying: Towns and countries woo together, Lived to feast his heart with all. Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; 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, Was mich noch gestern wollt' erschlaffen, Joseph von Eichendorff. PACK CLOUDS AWAY ACK, clouds, away, and welcome day, Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft, |