Classic Poem

All down the meadows of the morning
Earth's grief is changed to pearls of dew,
And in a blaze of silver hue
Each tender blade of grass is burning.

The dawn with gold the night suborning
Leads on its radiant retinue.
See, down the meadows of the morning
Earth's grief is changed to pearls of dew.

Sweet music sounds, the silence scorning,
As mounting larks salute the blue,
And peak and vale flash forth anew
The glory of the sun's returning;
While down the meadows of the morning
Earth's grief is changed to pearls of dew.