Good-Morning (poetry)

1890

GOOD-MORNING
By Margaret E. Sangster

A song for good-morning.
Wake up, little girl!
The sweet-hearted flowers
To sunshine uncurl.
In the meadow, in clover
Half-way to the knee,
The fleecy white lambkins
Are frisking in glee.

The birds have been out
Since the first peep of dawn;
The fairies spun laces
All over the lawn.
'Tis a world full of beauty,
Of perfume, of cheer;
Make haste, little lassie!
You'll lose it, I fear.

A song for good-morning,
For work, and for play.
The morning is here,
But 'tis fleeting away
As fast as the water
That rushes down-hill,
As fast as the foam
Drifting under the mill.

Ere we know it, dear child,
Why, our mornings have fled!
'Tis noon lying hot
On the pathway ahead.
The morning, my darling,
Is dewy and sweet;
'Tis later we bow to
The burden and heat.
So wake, little lady!
God sends a new day.
Don't lose its bright hours
From work or from play.

--Harper's Young People, July 1, 1890, p. 597.