Classic Poem

Now Morn is ascending from out the dark sea,
A light crimson veil hanging o'er her;
The lark leaves her nest on the bonnie green lea,
And flutters aloft to adore her.
How gladly the living beams revel and leap,
In purple and gold to enfold her!
And there the wild cataract, roused on the steep,
Is shouting with joy to behold her!

The black steeds have vanish'd away from the view,
That up from the dark Ocean bore her;
How sweet and how tender the smile breaking through
The golden gates op'ning before her!
Behold the great Mountains start up from the vale
And rend their night-mantles, all hoary,
And join in their joy with the chorus, “All hail!”
To Day in her garments of glory.