A Morning Song

A Morning SongWith curtains gently drawn And softly blown apart, I watch the opening dawn With grateful, trusting heart. And in my soul as morning breaks, A song of loving praise awakes. The eastern mountains stand Tinged with the rising sun; Show how the Master's hand His skilful work hath done. And clouds at night were dark and gray, And golden with approaching day. Be glad 0 heart of Earth! Sing praise amid the strife Which hastens on the birth Of men,triumphant life. Black night will pass, and rosy gold Thy wakening vision shall behold. L. Lula Greene Richards