How good, how great the praise Of him who turns youth, strength, soul, energy, Unto the dayspring of the eternal rays!

But now the angels are withdrawn, Because the flowers can speak; With Christ, we see the dayspring dawn In every snowdrop meek.

Hiding from His children's eyes Dayspring in the holy skies?

Down to the mothers I goyet with thee still!be with me, thou purest! Lead me, thy hand in my hand; and the dayspring of God go before us.

Dayspring mishandled.

Dayspring mishandled.

"At once the storm is fled; serenely mild Heav'n smiles around, bright rays the sky adorn, While beauteous as an angel newly born Beams in the roseate dayspring, glow'd the child.