Jones Very - The Fair Morning lyrics

The clear bright morning, with its scented air And gaily waving flowers, is here again; Man's heart is lifted with the voice of prayer, And peace descends, as falls the gentle rain; The tuneful birds, that all the night have slept, Take up at dawn the evening's dying lay, When sleep upon their eyelids gently crept And stole with stealthy craft their song away. High overhead the forest's swaying boughs Sprinkle with drops the traveler on his way; He hears far off the tinkling bells of cows Driven to pasture at the break of day; With vigorous step he pa**es swift along, Making the woods reecho with his song.