From Morning to Morning!

Lovingly the morning glows
On the lily and the rose;
So the heart of God o’erflows!

Quietly the sky looks down
On the turmoil of the town,—
Face divine, without a frown.

Peacefully, when toil is o’er,
Twilight comes to sea and shore,—
Pledge of rest for evermore.

Tenderly the moonbeams fall
On the hovel and the hall;—
So God’s pity shelters all.

Soft the light on lea and lawn,
Till the faithful stars are gone,—
Then—the rapture of the dawn!