THE MIGHT OF MATUTINAL MUSIC

When awaking from dreams completely refresht, My body reclining still; With a soul alive and a heart at rest, And master too of my will— When the sun doth cast ambitious rays, Foretelling afar his race; And my heart is clothed with the garment of praise By an all pervading grace— When I hear the psalm of the gifted Thrush, With a song of a mountain stream, And a child’s sweet laugh, while the morn’s a-flush, When Nature is all a-gleam— Ah, then my soul is thrilled with delight And my mind sweeps every sea, ’Tis then I possess my musical might, And the angels visit me.