html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }AVE ye seen the morning sky,
When the dawn prevails on high,
When, anon, some purply ray
Gives a sample of the day, 4
When, anon, the lark, on wing,
Strives to soar, and strains to sing?
Have ye seen the ethereal blue
Gently shedding silvery dew, 8
Spangling o'er the silent green,
While the nightingale, unseen,
To the moon and stars, full bright,
Lonesome chants the hymn of night? 12
Have ye seen the broid'red May
All her scented bloom display,
Breezes opening, every hour,
This, and that, expecting flower, 16
While the mingling birds prolong,
From each bush, the vernal song?
Have ye seen the damask-rose
Her unsully'd blush disclose, 20
Or the lilly's dewy bell,
In her glossy white, excell,
Or a garden vary'd o'er
With a thousand glories more? 24
By the beauties these display,
Morning, evening, night, or day,
By the pleasures these excite,
Endless sources of delight! 28
Judge, by them, the joys I find,
Since my Rosalind was kind,
Since she did herself resign
To my vows, for ever mine. 32