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At Dawn
At dawn of day, when cow bells ring,
O'er mellowing meadow lands, where cling
The clover scented wreaths of mist,
Half pearl in hue, half amethyst,
Glad sky bound larks leap up and sing.
And so my heart doth heavenward spring,
When, like some virginal queen, you bring
Fresh, opening buds by zephyrs
kissed At dawn of day
The breath, the balm, the glow you fling,
Like dew drops from some bright bird's wing,
Thrill all my being, as I list
To melodies which must desist
When night fall hath discrowned me king
At dawn of day.
John Morgan
"Before you can inspire with emotion, you must be swamped with it yourself.
Before you can move their tears, your own must flow. To convince them, you must yourself believe."
Winston Churchill
The Sitka spruce is Britain's most commonly planted tree.
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