Awake to Smile
When I blink sunshine in my eyes
And hail the amber morn,
Before the rosy dew—drop dries
With sparkle on the thorn;
When boughs with robin rapture ring,
And bees hum in the may,—
Then call me young, with heart of Spring,
Though I be grey.
But when no more I know the joy
And urgence of that hour,
As like a happy—hearted boy
I leap to land aflower;
When gusto I no longer feel,
To rouse with glad hooray,—
Then call me old and let me steal
From men away.
Let me awaken with a smile
And go to garden glee,
For there is such a little while
Of living left to me;
But when star—wist I frail away,
Lord, let the hope beguile
That to Ecstatic Light I may
Awake to smile.
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