PART I. NATURE. MORNING HYMN OF A HERMIT. JOHN STERLING. SWEET Morn! from countless cups of gold One interfusion wide of love, Thine airs and odors moist ascend, And, 'mid the azure depths above, With light they blend. The lark, by his own carol blest, From the green harbors eager springs; And his large heart in little breast Exulting sings. |