DAY.
THIS is the way the morning dawns:
Rosy tints on flowers and trees,
Winds that wake the birds and bees,
Dewdrops on the fields and lawns,
This is the way the morning dawns.
This is the way the sun comes up:
Gold on woods and glossy leaves,
Mist that melts above the sheaves,
Vine and rose and buttercup,
This is the way the sun comes up.
This is the way the daylight dies:
Cows are lowing in the lane,
Shadows creep o'er hill and plain;
Yellow, red, and purple skies,
This is the way the daylight dies.
Geo. Cooper.
