BLACK CAT POEMS
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A Summer Morning
Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Welcome, glad morning, night's sable curtain
Rolls from the valley and mountains away;
Bursts the great sun forth in glorious splendor,
and king of the day!
Far in the distance the brooklet is singing,
The honey-bee hums o'er the fair, fragrant
High in the tree-tops sweet
songs are ringing;
And far to the west the tall mountain peaks tower.
Up in the oak tree, canaries sing gaily,
Linnets perch, chirping, on trellis and wall;
Sweet, merry warblers, ye gladden me, daily,
As down from the tree-tops your merry notes fall.
and green wood,
Clad in rich robes, like a
Radiant Summer! to thy great storehouse
All of these beauties and wonders belong.
poems by Martha Lavinia Hoffman