A Morning
Reading edition
The glad, mad wind went singing by, The white clouds drove athwart the blue, Bold beauty of the morning sky And all the world was sun and dew, And sweet cold air with sudden glints of gold Like spilled stars glowing in the cedars’ hold. I laughed for very joy of life, Oh, thrilling veins, oh, happy heart, Of this glad world with beauty rife, Exult that we too are a part; Rejoice! Rejoice! that miracle of birth Gave us this golden heritage of earth. Oh, bold, blue sky, oh, keen, glad wind, I wonder me if this may be, That some day, leaving life behind, Our eyes shall view new land, new sea So exquisite that, lo! with thrilling breath, We shall laugh loud for very joy of death.
Theodosia Garrison