A Song In The Morning

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Title:     A Song In The Morning
Author: Laurence Alma-Tadema [More Titles by Alma-Tadema]

O sister! 'tis day-time,
The world's happy May-time,
Come out to the woods where the new nests are!
'Tis sin to be pining,
The hedge-drops are shining,
And the wild winds have fled to the snow-lands far.

O come! and be merry,
For white blows the cherry,
The bluebells ring out on their stem so tall:
Each cowslip's dear yellow
Cries joy to its fellow,
And the wind-flowers dance to the cuckoo's call.

O what is the sun for?
Come, grief is all done for,
The folded leaves creep from their beds in the bough:
The seeds are awaking,
The furrows are breaking,
And the blessing of God's on the blackthorn now.

Meopham.

[The end]
Laurence Alma-Tadema's poem: Song In The Morning

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