MORNING BEAUTY.
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BRIGHTLY now on every hill The sun's first rays are beaming, And dew-drops on each blade of grass Are in their beauty gleaming. O'er every hill and every vale The huntsman's horn is sounding, And gayly o'er each brook and fence His noble steed is bounding. There's beauty in the glorious sun When high mid heaven 't is shining, There's beauty in the forest oak When vines are round it twining; There's beauty in each flower that blooms, Each star whose light is glancing From heaven to earth, as on apace 'T is noiselessly advancing. Beauties are all around thy path, And gloriously they're shining; Nature hath placed them everywhere, To guard men from repining. Yet 'mong them all there's naught more fair, This beauteous earth adorning, Than the bright beauty gathering round The early hours of morning.