BEAUTIFUL Earth! O how can I refrain From falling down to worship thee? Behold, Over the misty mountains springs amain The glorious Sun; his flaming locks unfold Their gorgeous clusters, pouring o'er the plain Torrents of light. Hark! Chanticleer has tolled His matin bell, and the lark's choral train Warble on high hosannas uncontrolled. All nature worships thee, thou new-born day! Blade, flower, and leaf, their dewy offerings pay Upon the shrine of incense-breathing earth; Birds, flocks, and insects, chaunt their morning lay; Let me, too, join in the thanksgiving mirth, And praise, through thee, the God that gave thee birth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWO SAYINGS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EPISODE OF HANDS by HAROLD HART CRANE TO MY HONORED FRIEND SIR ROBERT HOWARD by JOHN DRYDEN THE REVEILLE by FRANCIS BRET HARTE AFTER THE BURIAL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL INTROSPECTION by GEORGE ARNOLD THE CROSS; TO THE MOTHERS OF THE MARTYRED DEAD UPON FIELD OF BATTLE by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER |