MOKNING. 



While these in love s divine emotions lost 

 The Oysterman wide ranges round the coast 

 Scarce now has bright Aurora tipped with light 

 The glistening hills, and chased departing night ; 

 Ere yet, aloft, her golden chariot flies, 

 Eesplendent beaming o er the Eastern skies ; 

 Sweeping the way of clouds, like duteous daughter, 

 For Father Sol who comes up lumbering after- 

 Scarce has the earliest rooster cleared his throat, 

 And hailed the morning with vivacious note, 

 Where, drowsy still, upon some neighboring rail, 

 He opes his wings and shakes his dewy tail 

 Scarce has the lark been able to discern, 

 For morning meal, the matutinal worm, 

 Ere yet abroad, her early flight she tries 

 And soars rejoicing to the upper skies ; 

 To meet the morn, with gushing melodies, 

 And sport with youngest beams from Phoebus eyes. 

 While moping watch still keeps the vigil owl 

 And blinking, winking, sits within his hole, 



