THROUGH LIBRARY WINDOWS 205 



hymn. What a delightful mingling and com- 

 mingling of earth and spirit, nature and love, 

 the present and future. How vividly is por- 

 trayed the first appearing of gray twilight in the 

 far east, and then the miracle of beauty work- 

 ing itself out so delicately changing the whole 

 scheme of color, and clothing air and earth for 

 a few fleeting moments with a glowingly bril- 

 liant dawn. A singular species of realism runs 

 through the changing thought of the whole 

 poem, but in no way mars its effect as a poem 

 glorifying the dawn. 



One who never rises early in the morning to 

 taste the freshest air, to feel the delight of its 

 sparkling beauty, to see its earliest pencillings 

 and sense most joyously the first tender throbs 

 of a beginning day, has missed the rarest treats 

 of the outdoor world. How perfect the hush 

 over the whole scene of your vision. Quickly 

 audible to your waiting ear are the slightest 

 sounds. It is a bird that first breaks the silence 

 with its charming reveille. Then the fabled 

 "dawn breeze" rustling delicately over shrubs 

 and flowers and deliciously cooling your brow ; 

 then the dog's saluting bark, the chanticleer's 

 (chant-it-clear) early serenade so jubilant that 

 he puts new heart into one; then the trees and 

 groves ring with bird songs and because they 



