"Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal ..."

"Rise, happy morn, rise, holy morn, Draw forth the cheerful day from night; O Father, touch the east, and light The light..."

"The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool..."