A Song in the Morning

O sister! 'tis day-time, The world's happy May-time, Come out to the woods where the new nests are! 'Tis sin to be pining, The hedge-drops are shining, And the wild winds have fled to the snow-lands far.

O come! and be merry, For white blows the cherry, The bluebells ring out on their stem so tall: Each cowslip's dear yellow Cries joy to its fellow, And the wind-flowers dance to the cuckoo's call.

O what is the sun for? Come, grief is all done for, The folded leaves creep from their beds in the bough: The seeds are awaking, The furrows are breaking, And the blessing of God's on the blackthorn now.