by Jones Very (1813 - 1880)
The fair morning
Language: English
The clear bright morning, with its scented air And gaily waving flowers, is here again; Man's heart is lifted with the voice of prayer, And peace descends, as falls the gentle rain; The tuneful birds, that all the night have slept, Take up at dawn the evening's dying lay, When sleep upon their eyelids gently crept And stole with stealthy craft their song away. High overhead the forest's swaying boughs Sprinkle with drops the traveler on his way; He hears far off the tinkling bells of cows Driven to pasture at the break of day; With vigorous step he passes swift along, Making the woods reecho with his song.
Authorship:
- by Jones Very (1813 - 1880), "The fair morning" [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Gordon Ware Binkerd (1916 - 2003), "The fair morning", published 1971 [soprano and piano], from Four Songs for High Soprano, no. 4. [text not verified]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2008-06-05
Line count: 14
Word count: 109