LO the day begins to rise, <br /> And the shadows of the night, <br />Overtaken with surprise, <br /> Blushing fly his presence bright; <br />Cease thy briny tears to flow, <br /> Not another murmur sigh; <br />Thine hath been the cup of woe, <br /> Now be thine the cup of joy. <br /> <br />Wakened by the voice of morn, <br /> See, the little urchin Mirth, <br />How she, laughing Care to scorn, <br /> Skippeth o'er the jocund earth; <br />Don, O, don thy best attire, <br /> Snatch, O, snatch this balm to pain, <br />Ere the beams of day retire, <br /> And thy night sets in again.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lo-the-day/
