what I wish for my dear country

Oh, come in early morning,

The dew is on the flower,

There's laughter in the woodland,

And music in the bower;

The world is full of gladness,

And sings the Maker's praise,

There's not a note of sadness,

To mar the matin lays.

Oh, come in early morning,

The sun is climbing high;

And all the world is smiling,

Beneath a cloudless sky;

There's not a piping blackbird,

But sings with lusty glee;

There's not a little lambkin,

But frolics on the lea.

- from Magnificat, August 2020