Morning

Sweet is the golden sunshine,

The light on sea and land;

Sweet are the birds that carol

Around on ev'ry hand;

The little winds that kiss the hills,

And shady woods and laughing rills,

And roses, daisies, daffodils

How sweet!

Sweet is the restless ocean

That plays upon the shore;

Sweet is the happy river

Flowing forevermore;

And ev'ry path I singing rove,

The garden, meadow, and the grove,

And sweet is Life and sweet is Love

How sweet!