One morn I rose and looked upon the world. "Have I been blind until this hour?" I said. On every trembling leaf the sun had spread, And was like golden tapestry unfurled; And as the moments passed more light was hurled Upon the drinking earth athirst for light; And I, beholding all this wondrous sight, Cried out aloud, "O God, I love Thy world!" And since that waking, often I drink deep The joy of dawn, and peace abides with me; And though I know that I again shall see Dark fear with withered hand approach my sleep, More sure am I when lonely night shall flee, At dawn the sun will bring good cheer to me. |