Part 4 (2/2)

Dispersing gloom and sadness, Giving to all new birth, Dispensing light and gladness, O'er the rejoicing earth.

Up, then, fair sisters, early His call from sleep obey, His first sweet healthful teachings Will sanctify the day.

Inhale his breath delicious, Its freshness health bestows; It tints the cheeks with colours Of Persia's lovely rose.

Up, then, at nature's bidding, Over the hills away, With freshened pulses glowing, To hail the King of Day.

OH! I LOVE THE FREE AIR OF THE GRAND MOUNTAIN HEIGHT.

Oh! I love the free air of the grand mountain height, In its freshness new vigour I find, It makes life's warm pulses throb high with delight, And stimulates body and mind.

Its freedom inspires happy thought and desire, And the heart cannot fail to rejoice, As it makes the glad spirit receptive and quick To translate nature's eloquent voice.

The sun-illumed firmament royally decked In pearly-tinged cloudlets of grey, Framed in exquisite clearness of deep tender blue, Fit throne for the Monarch of day!

The city below lies in tranquil repose, Betraying no symptom of life, Ah! who could suppose at this distance that it Could be moved by dissension and strife!

For it lies like an innocent, slumbering babe In the fold of a fond mother's breast, Between the fair river that kisses its feet, And the mountain in well-guarded rest.

Then o'er the St. Lawrence and spanning its flow, Is Stephenson's triumph of skill, The grand bridge that laughs at a kingdom of ice, Which essays its stern ramparts to kill.

And there like an emerald shrined in mid stream, Is St. Helen's bright islet of grace, Whose trees on the river's soft waters, delight To mirror their beautiful face.

Then hurrah! for the mountain, the islet and bridge, And fair Montreal in their midst, With her clear sun-lit skies, that bring blessing and health, For few pleasanter cities exist.

SUNRISE.

Behold a miracle! the eastern sky Is whispering of a new creation nigh, As the fair dawn, with love-born joy and pride, Is gently opening day's grand portals wide.

And see her rosy sisters tripping o'er Land, sea and mountain, lake and pebbly sh.o.r.e, Spreading th' entrancing tidings, near and far, Of the sun's advent in his golden car.

And now through l.u.s.trous, glad, effulgent sheen, G.o.d's presence manifest to man is seen, As the majestic herald of his love Enthrones himself in matchless pomp above.

And see, each rippling streamlet, mount and sod Obeys the mandate sent to it from G.o.d, To do the work to each by Heaven a.s.signed, And in its due performance joy to find.

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