Oh, the morn is bright and the song is gay
That flows from each tuneful throat,
While the storms and snows of yesterday
Are forgot in the birds' clear note;
And joyous the song each heart may sing
That sees God's love in everything.
Oh, life is sweet, now the way looks clear
And each day in gladness breaks;
For the dream-clouds melt with their ghosts of fear
As each to the truth awakes,
Singing the song that all may sing
Who see Love mirrored in everything.
