James Thomson (Äæåéìñ Òîìñîí)

The Morning Lark

Feather'd lyric, warbling high,
Sweetly gaining on the sky,
Op'ning with thy matin lay
(Nature's hymn) the eye of day,
Teach my soul, on early wing,
Thus to soar and thus to sing.
While the bloom of orient light
Gilds thee in thy tuneful flight,
May the Day-spring from on high,
Seen by faith's religious eye,
Cheer me with His vital ray,
Promise of eternal day. 

1. Sheep-Sheering
2. Verses Addressed To Amanda
3. A Poem Sacred to the Memory of Sir Isaac Newton
4. On The Death Of His Mother
5. On A Country Life

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