Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam <br />Of golden sunlight shines <br />On the rippling waves, that brightly flow <br />Beneath the flowering vines. <br />Awake! Awake! for the low, sweet chant <br />Of the wild-birds' morning hymn <br />Comes floating by on the fragrant air, <br />Through the forest cool and dim; <br />Then spread each wing, <br />And work, and sing, <br />Through the long, bright sunny hours; <br />O'er the pleasant earth <br />We journey forth, <br />For a day among the flowers. <br /> <br />Awake! Awake! for the summer wind <br />Hath bidden the blossoms unclose, <br />Hath opened the violet's soft blue eye, <br />And awakened the sleeping rose. <br />And lightly they wave on their slender stems <br />Fragrant, and fresh, and fair, <br />Waiting for us, as we singing come <br />To gather our honey-dew there. <br />Then spread each wing, <br />And work, and sing, <br />Through the long, bright sunny hours; <br />O'er the pleasant earth <br />We journey forth, <br />For a day among the flowers.<br /><br />Louisa May Alcott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lily-bell-and-thistledown-song-i/
