Rise up, and do begin the day's adorning; <br />The Summer dark is but the dawn of day. <br />The last of sunset fades into the morning, <br />The morning calls you from the dark away. <br />The holy mist, the white mist of the morning, <br />Was wreathing upward on my lonely way. <br />The way was waiting for your own adorning <br />That should complete the broad adorned day. <br /> <br />Rise up, and do begin the day's adorning; <br />The little eastern clouds are dapple grey: <br />There will be wind among the leaves to-day; <br />It is the very promise of the morning. <br />Lux Tua Via Mea: your light's my way - <br />Then do rise up and make it perfect day.<br /><br />Hilaire Belloc<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/month-of-june/
