Chapter 16 No.16

Come up, dear chosen morning, come,

Blessing the air with light,

And bid the sky repent of being dark:

Let all the spaces round the world be white,

And give the earth her green again.

Into new hours of beautiful delight,

Out of the shadow where she has lain,

Bring the earth awake for glee,

Shining with dews as fresh and clea