Get Up Early

By Uncle Charles

The sun is uprising, the flowers are upspringing,
And the birds are so happy that they cannot help singing:
So wake, little children, you’ve had enough slumber;
Out of doors you will find there are joys without number.

The trees and the grass in the sun shine are gleaming;
In the fresh morning air the waters are streaming:
Oh! waste not in sleep all these beautiful hours:
Early rising is health; ask the birds and the flowers!

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