BEAUTIFUL Earth! O how can I refrain From falling down to worship thee? Behold, Over the misty mountains springs amain The glorious Sun; his flaming locks unfold Their gorgeous clusters, pouring o'er the plain Torrents of light. Hark! Chanticleer has tolled His matin bell, and the lark's choral train Warble on high hosannas uncontrolled. All nature worships thee, thou new-born day! Blade, flower, and leaf, their dewy offerings pay Upon the shrine of incense-breathing earth; Birds, flocks, and insects, chaunt their morning lay; Let me, too, join in the thanksgiving mirth, And praise, through thee, the God that gave thee birth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT KENNEBUNKPORT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE ART OF POETRY; TO CHARLES MORICE by PAUL VERLAINE GO SLEEP, MA HONEY by EDWARD D. BARKER UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 21. REQUIEM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AT A FUNERAL by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |