Awake!
Awake! for the earliest
Of golden sunlight
On the rippling waves, that brightly
Beneath the flowering vines.
Awake!
Awake! for the low, sweet
Of the wild-birds' morning
Comes floating by on the fragrant air,
Through the forest cool and dim;
Then spread each wing,
And work, and sing,
Through the long, bright sunny hours;
O'er the pleasant
We journey forth,
For a day among the flowers.
Awake!
Awake! for the summer
Hath bidden the blossoms unclose,
Hath opened the violet's soft blue eye,
And awakened the sleeping rose.
And lightly they wave on their slender
Fragrant, and fresh, and fair,
Waiting for us, as we singing
To gather our honey-dew there.
Then spread each wing,
And work, and sing,
Through the long, bright sunny hours;
O'er the pleasant
We journey forth,
For a day among the flowers.
