The Morning Comes Before The Sun by Susan Coolidge read by Zane C Weber

The Morning Comes Before The Sun by Susan CoolidgeSlow buds the pink dawn like a roseFrom out night's gray and cloudy sheath;Softly and still it grows and grows,Petal by petal, leaf by leaf;Each sleep-imprisoned creature breaksIts dreamy fetters, one by one,And love awakes, and labor wakes,--The morning comes before the sun.What is this message from the lightSo fairer far than light can be?Youth stands a-tiptoe, eager, bright,In haste the risen sun to see;Ah! check thy lunging, restless heart,Count the charmed moments as they run,It is life's best and fairest part,This morning hour before the sun.When once thy day shall burst to flower,When once the sun shall climb the sky,And busy hour by busy hour,The urgent noontide draws anigh;When the long shadows creep abreast,To dim the happy task half done,Thou wilt recall this pause of rest,This morning hush before the sun.To each, one dawning and one dew,One fresh young hour is given by fate,One rose flush on the early blue.Be not impatient then, but wait!Clasp the sweet peace on earth and sky,By midnight angels woven and spun;Better than day its prophecy,--The morning comes before the sun.Find us online at thatsnotcanon.com/epigraphySubscribe to us on ITUNES, STITCHER, SPOTIFY, RADIOPUBLIC or your podcatcher of choice.Find us on FACEBOOK, TWITTER or INSTAGRAM. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.