Henry Vaughan - Morning Dew

Let the earth now with laughter ring,
For I hear the larks, their songs divine,
In every creature’s hidden wing
I trace the paths of love entwined.

The dew upon the grass does gleam,
While nature yawns in dawn’s embrace,
I lose myself in this perfect dream,
In life’s rich, vibrant, tender grace.

— “Morning Dew”