THE MORNING STAR

By Edward Smyth Jones

Thou art, fair maid, the Morning Star,

The guide of dawning day,

And sendest diamond sparkles far

To wake the flowers of May.

Thou makest earth to bloom anew,

A boon thou'rt wont to give,

And spillest out the morning dew,

That all may blush and live.

Thou guardest with thy hand of might,

And never showeth frown;

Earth lullest sleep when cometh night,

And wak'st her with the dawn.

Fair maiden, God hast given thee

All power near and far,—

The rosy dawning's light to be,

The brightest Morning Star.