The gladdening sun from its rest has risen, Lighting the green land below, With pleasure smiling, dewdrops beguiling, Persuading them to go. Soft-feathered choristers from leafy bowers In sweet transports of love, Welcome the morn, so newly born, With carols to our God above. How grand to sit near the waterfall, Perhaps see the brown trout leap, Ever upwards striving, the swift stream fighting, For it has a tryst to keep. Then to wander along the river bank As the shimmering water gleams, While the soft wind passes o’er the waking grasses, Whispering sweet morning dreams. Here a poet’s yearning heart might calm – In restfulness abide, Or an artist stray through the fleeting day - And his brush be satisfied. Yet a mortal’s verses all it’s joys could not tell, Nor a painter all of its charms show; Only hearts in love, ‘mid such beauty could rove And all of its pleasures know!