Max Eastman - To an Early Riser lyrics

The eastern hill hath scarce unveiled his head, And the deliberate sky hath but begun To meditate upon a future sun, When thou dost rise from thy impatient bed. Thy morning prayer unto the stars is said. And not unlike a child, the penance done Of sleep, thou goest to thy serious fun, Exuberant--yet with a whisper tread! And when that lord doth to the world appear, The jovial sun, he leans on his old hill, And levels forth to thee a golden smile-- Thee in his garden, where each warming year Thou toilest in all joy with him, to fill And flood the soil with Summer for a while.