While the cowslip yet was bending, 
To see the large round moon grow dim, 
And the early lark ascending ! 
184 CHILDHOOD. | 
I can remember many a time, 
Up in the morning early,— | 
Up in the morn by break of day, 
When summer dews hung pearly ; | 
Out in the fields, what joy it was, 
I can remember, too, we rose 
When the winter stars shone brightly ; 
"T'was an easy thing to shake off sleep, 
From spirits strong and sprightly. 
How beautiful were those winter skies, 
All frosty-bright and unclouded, 
And the garden-trees, like cypresses, 
Looked black, in the darkness shrouded ! 
Then the deep, deep snows were beautiful, 
That fell through the long night stilly, 
When behold, at morn, like a silent plain, 
Lay the country wild and hilly! 
