“Summer Morning” (Illustration of a Picture)

Graham’s Magazine, Vol. XXII, No. 6, June 1843.

SUMMER MORNING

How cheering the glad light of Summer morn

That glowing gilds the border of the heaven!

Dispelling night and dreams, of fancy born,

And giving solace to the spirit driven

By phantom fiends! How cheering and how sweet,

To see the orient sky thus deeply blushing,

Along the line where earth & heaven meet,

While through soft clouds the golden beams are gushing!

Is there a heart so trampled, lone, and lorn,

As not to beat with hope at break of Summer morn?

How lovely is the sun of Summer morning,

As break her yellow beams upon the mountain,

Slanting o’er hill & valley, and adorning

With radiant light the clear pellucid fountain!

Greeting with roseate kiss the gorgeous bower,

Lifting the dew drop from the verdant sod,

Kissing the nectar from the yellow flower

That opes to the embraces of its god!

Oh, is there aught can heal the bosom torn

Like to the balmy breath of mellow Summer morn?