Christopher Smart

“ Hail to the chearful rays of ruddy morn,
That paint the streaky East, and blithsome rouse
The birds, the cattle, and mankind from rest!
30 Hail to the freshness of the early breeze,
And Iris dancing on the new--fall'n dew! ”

“ Their voices tun'd to transport, wing'd their flight,
50And bade them call for nurture, and receive;
And lo! they call; the blackbird and the thrush,
The woodlark, and the redbreast jointly call;
He hears and feeds their feather'd families,
He feeds his sweet musicians, — nor neglects
55Th'invoking ravens in the greenwood wide;
And tho' their throats coarse ruttling hurt the ear,
They mean it all for music, thanks and praise
They mean, and leave ingratitude to man;--
But not to all,--for hark! ”

“ Ye carry armies on your tow'r-crown'd backs,
90And grace the turban'd tyrants, bow to him
Who is as great, as perfect and as good
In his less-striking wonders, till at length
The eye's at fault and seeks th'assisting glass. ”