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Sunrise In The Country Post by :Jenny_Dunham Category :Poems Author :J. C. Manning Date :October 2011 Read :3677

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Sunrise In The Country

What a sweet atmosphere of melody
And coolness falls upon the troubled heart,
Like oil upon the wave. Dance on--dance on--
Ye couriers of the sun--full-throated choir;
And sky-ward fling your sobbing psalmody--
A sunrise offering to the coming day.
On--on: still higher! Still rolls the torrent down,
Bearing the soul up in a cloud of sprays,
The world seems deluged with a golden shower:
Myriads of larks trill out their morning psalm,
As though the stars were changed to silver bells
Timbrelling forth their sweet melodious bursts
In joyous welcome of the maiden Morn.

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J. C. Manning's poem: Sunrise In The Country

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