The bright dawn

Is there anything so beautiful as dawn?
When the novice sun begets its first gleam,
When birds rouse themselves in fields of corn,
And sleepless lovers stir off their beloved's dreams?

Ah! look! there blooms the heavenly flowers,
Even the meanest one with such a grace,
Filling the heart with blessed showers,
Of that Almighty power yet untraced.

The restless river eager to meet the sea,
How wonderful against the velvet vieled sky;
Would the memories later cease to see,
That momentous joy spied by the eye?

Oh! does it not fill you with a dizzy bliss,
Seeing Aurora renew the world with her kiss?