MORNING

WELCOME to the new To-day! Yesterday is past and gone; Good-bye Night and Twilight gray, Earth has put the Morning on: Morning on the high hill’s shoulder, On the valley’s lap so soft, On the river running colder, On the trees with heads aloft. All night Baby thought of nothing, Sleep took care of Baby dear; Baby, too, has fine new clothing, Now the sweet To-day is here. Tell me, without many guesses,— Come! it is not much to con,— Tell me what my Babe’s new dress is? Babe has put the Morning on!