A Morning Walk

By Amos Russel Wells

All hail! my brave, bright world of green and gold,
My morning, smiling from the kiss of night!
Your other lover greets you. Left and right
The air’s a-twitter in the sunshine bold,
The air is praying in the shadowy wold.

Sole lord am I of all this realm of sight,
These swinging meadow sweeps, this delight
Of ranking hills, these clouds just out of fold.
Stoutly the sturdy road heneath my feet
Rings me a morning weicome. Rise, my soul,
The benediction of the sky to meet.
Sound, color, fragrance, freshness—mine whole;
Mine to receive, and haply mine to give;
A kingly day, and kingly must I live.

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