(17 March 1820 - 20 July 1897 / Boston, Lincolnshire)

One Morning, Oh! So Early

One morning, oh! so early, my beloved, my beloved,
All the birds were singing blithely, as if never they would cease;
'Twas a thrush sang in my garden, 'Hear the story, hear the story!'
And the lark sang, 'Give us glory!'
And the dove said, 'Give us peace!'

Then I hearkened, oh! so early, my beloved, my beloved,
To that murmur from the woodland of the dove, my dear, the dove;
When the nightingale came after, 'Give us fame to sweeten duty!'
When the wren sang, 'Give us beauty!'
She made answer, 'Give us love!'

Sweet is spring, and sweet the morning, my beloved, my beloved;
Now for us doth spring, doth morning, wait upon the year's increase,
And my prayer goes up, 'Oh, give us, crowned in youth with marriage glory,
Give for all our life's dear story,
Give us love, and give us peace!'

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This is an amazing lyrical poem devoted to celebrating life for whatever it offers to a man including love, beauty, peace and glory among others. Thanks a lot, Jean I.
I think we all wants this: And my prayer goes up, 'Oh, give us, crowned in youth with marriage glory, Give for all our life's dear story, Give us love, and give us peace!