Slowly Does To Rise

Slowly does to rise the dawn

To herald in the summer day

To make of it full growing morn

On fine of life and bright to play,

Of tree, of bush, in meadow or field

It does so much of glory show

Of countless coloured blooms to wield,

Or a shining silvered river flow,

Of hedgerows green and dotted white,

Of so many of wild a rose,

Of honeysuckle to catch the sight,

Or a single flower there to pose,

All is filled with nature’s joy

Of summer at its best

In all the ways it will employ

With touches that it has so blessed,

On and on does its way to lead

And almost as without an end

As might it show with increased speed

That of a summer day to spend,

And so does summer to all appeal

As of beauty great and wide to raise

Which does it firm to of it seal

In each of all its summer days

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David W Morris, Llandaff North