A Song in the Morning

O sister!‘ tis day-time,

The world's happy May-time,

Come out to the woods where the new nests are!

‘ Tis sin to be pining,

The hedge-drops are shining,

And the wild winds have fled to the snow-lands far.

O come! and be merry,

For white blows the cherry,

The bluebells ring out on their stem so tall:

Each cowslip's dear yellow

Cries joy to its fellow,

And the wind-flowers dance to the cuckoo's call.

O what is the sun for?

Come, grief is all done for,

The folded leaves creep from their beds in the bough:

The seeds are awaking,

The furrows are breaking,

And the blessing of God's on the blackthorn now.