The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays, On ev'ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays.

This slow awaking to the character of her services shows the abiding sense of justice in the human soul.

Some voices began to rise asking for other spiritual bread; an instinctive sentiment awakes and cries that it cannot continue any longer in this way, that one must arise, shake off the mud, clean, change!

At four o'clock the little hawk weed awakes, choristers going to the Cathedral who are clocks with chimes, and the bakers.

Till the magic wood awakes and cries With remembrance and joy.

When the lotus-flower closes, and the stars are in the sky, Then the owl awakes and sings a plaintive song, While the crickets in the thickets sing the soothing lullaby, And the katydid is chirping all night long.

Be it harsh as the swannery's clamour that shatters the hush of the lake, Be it dulcet as where Philomela holds darkling the poplar awake, 85 So melting her soul into music, you'd vow 'twas her passion, her own, She plainethher sister forgot, with the Daulian crime long-agone.

"A thousand touching traits testify to the sacred power of the love which a righteous war awakes in noble nations."

At early dawn the round camp-ground awakes into song.

"Poor soul!" thinks I; "here is a sad awaking from thy dream of riches and joy.

The sleeper awakes.

Another and magical land awakes in the dark, full of a living restlessness; sleepless as the ever-moving sea.

"Nay, marry," quoth Robin, laughing, "thou art awake, as thou wilt presently find, for a fine feast is a-cooking for thee.

There were none of those signs in the animal world outside, of premature stir and cheerful awaking, that in other lands help the illusion that winter lies behind, but there was that even more stimulating sweet air abroad, that subtle mixture of sun and yielding frost, that softened wind that comes blowing across the snow, still keen to the cheek, but subtly reviving to the sensitive nostril, and caressing to the eyes.

It's the widest-awake mixture I ever tried."

In this point, Beattie, in his "Hermit," has much the advantage of his friend Gray; for his eye is anointed to behold a blessed vision, and his voice is strengthened thus to sing "On the pale cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending, And Beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.