GLORIES OF THE MORNING
George R. Kossik
There is splendor in the morning
When the sun is on the rise
With the garden dewdrop-laden
Like a brand new paradise.
There are cherry blossoms blooming
By a fence all painted white
And a little kitten scheming
On the robin in his sight.
There are sounds of birds a-chirping
Near a lazy little stream
Where some silver fish are swimming
Past some daisies as they dream.
All these glories of the morning
I've related with my word
In a joyous overflowing,
Like a hymn unto the Lord.