SONGS BEFORE DAYBREAK.
- THE birds are singing, though it is not morn,
- Though in the east no rays of glory shine:
- Made clear by hope, their eyes and hearts divine
- That in the dusky twilight, day is born.
- Trusting they carol, though the heavens warn
- Their fearless joy with many a threatening sign;
- Though, still untinged with gold, the clouds combine,
- While moans the rain‐fraught wind, a voice forlorn.
- Yes, wake me with your warbling, happy birds,
- That I may feel, before I see, the day;
- That I may muse of hope, while in my heart
- The notes translate themselves in gladsome words:
- E’en plashing rain‐drops mingle with your lay,
- And in its harmony the wind has part.