Praised be the lips of the Morn
For their musical message of Light,
For their bird-chanted burden of Song.
Praised be the young Earth reborn
For its freshness and glory and might,
And the thoughts of high, solemn delight
That at flash of its purity throng.
Praised be the lips of the Day
For their clarion call to the field
Where the Battle of Life must be fought.
Praised be the fire of the fray.
Where the soul is refined and annealed,
And the spirit heroic revealed.
And pure gold from base substances wrought.
Praised be the lips of the Night
For their murmurous message of Rest,
For their lullaby, motherly sweet.
Praised be the dreams of delight.
While tired Life is asleep in Love’s nest.
And in harmony tender and blest
Heaven’s calm and earth’s loveliness meet.