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ODE TO MORNING, by                    
First Line: Hail, roseate morn! Returning light!
Last Line: And mourn them when too late!
Subject(s): Morning


Hail, roseate Morn! returning light!
To thee the sable queen of night
Reluctant yields her sway;
And, as she quits the dappled skies,
On glories greater glories rise,
To greet the dawning day.

O'er tufted meads gay Flora trips;
Arabia's spices scent her lips,
Her head with rose-buds crown'd;
Mild Zephyr hastes to snatch a kiss,
And, fluttering with the transient bliss,
Wafts fragrance all around.

The dew-drops, daughters of the Morn,
With spangles every bush adorn,
And all the broider'd vales;
Their voice to thee the linnets raise,
The lark, soft trilling in thy praise,
Aurora, rising, hails!

While nature, now in lively vest
Of glory green, has gaily drest
Each tributary plain;
While blooming flowers, and blossom'd trees,
Soft waving with the vernal breeze,
Exult beneath thy reign;

Shall I with drowsy poppies crown'd
By sleep in silken fetters bound,
The downy god obey?
Ah no! through yon embowering grove,
Or winding valley let me rove,
And own thy cheerful sway!

For short-lived are thy pleasing powers:
Pass but a few uncertain hours,
And we no more shall trace
Thy dimpled cheek, and brow serene;
Or clouds may gloom the smiling scene,
And frowns deform thy face.

So in life's youthful bloomy prime,
We sport away the fleeting time,
Regardless of our fate;
But by some unexpected blow
Our giddy follies we shall know,
And mourn them when too late!





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