The Poetry Corner

Sunrise. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.)

By William Lisle Bowles

When from my humble bed I rise, And see the morning sun, That, glorious in the eastern skies, Its journey has begun, I think of the Almighty Power Which called this orb from night; I think how many at this hour Rejoice beneath its light. And then I pray, in every land, Where'er this light is shed, That all who live may bless the Hand Which gives their daily bread.