'T IS morning on the sunny sod, Where lingering footsteps late have trod; 'T is morning on the melting snow, That shrouds the graves of those below; 'T is morning to each sprouting thing, That greenly smiles because 't is spring; 'T is morning on the marble stones, That designate their owners' bones; 'T is morning to the young and fair, That walk, and laugh, and loiter there Above let spring in brightness glow, A brighter morning smiles below. There is a beam, that breaks upon The lone forsaken buried one; And, clearer than that dawning ray, Which gives the first sweet light of day, Sheds on the Christian's soul a light To which the noonday sun is night; And shows the path his Saviour trod, When, rising, he returned to God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRIDAL SONG by GEORGE CHAPMAN (1559-1634) TO ALFRED TENNYSON by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR |