In the Morning

Chapter 54: IN MORNING-LAND.

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A sequence of lyric poems that meditates on dawn, nature, and spiritual feeling, often deploying mountain, forest, and seaside imagery to probe grief, consolation, and renewal. Poems move among quiet pastorals, occasional and domestic verse, devotional hymns, translations, and lighter nonsense pieces, following seasonal rhythms and holiday observances. The voice shifts between elegiac introspection and bright affirmation, favoring sensory detail—birdsong, running water, sunlight—and a consolatory outlook that finds moral and emotional sustenance in simple scenes and ritual moments.

IN MORNING-LAND.

In morning-land the radiant, rosy skies

Each moment gleam with some new-born surprise,

Or flush with dawning hope; the balmy air

Is laden with a thousand perfumes rare

And thrilled with chords of strange, sweet melodies.

On that blest shore, which all around us lies,

Peace reigns supreme, and joyous carols rise

From every shaded copse and pleasaunce fair

In Morning-land.

Knowst thou the land? Wherever friendly eyes

Beam faith and constancy; where true love flies,

Glad tidings of good-will and peace to bear;

Where service is divine, God everywhere,—

There dawns the perfect day that never dies

In Morning-land.