THE MORNING SONG.
Reading edition
BY BARRY CORNWALL.
A new "English Song," by Barry Cornwall, is now—more's the pity—a too rare event in the musical year. We are at once doing our readers a pleasure, and owning a welcome kindness, in publishing, by the author's permission, these words, set by M. Benedict, and sung by Madame Sontag.
The world is waking into light; The dark and sullen night hath flown: Life lives and re-assumes its might, And nature smiles upon her throne. And the Lark, Hark! She gives welcome to the day, In a merry, merry, lay, Tra la!—lira, lira, lira, la! Soft sounds are sailing through the air; Sweet sounds are springing from the stream; And fairest things, where all is fair, Join gently in the grateful theme. And the Lark, &c., &c. The morn, the morn is in the skies; The reaper singeth from the corn; The shepherd on the hills replies; And all things now salute the morn, Even the Lark, &c., &c.