Down the long pathways of the forest dim

And cool, a sunbeam comes.

Beyond the trees, a brooklet hums.

The early mist grows thin and every limb

Is gilded,

And the light seeks out the smallest leaf

To warm it. Long before

The feathered chorus sang

Their laudeamus, darkness wore

Away before the creeping sun.

Now daylight floods the forest.

Now each tree, and every bush

And all the woodlands take

Their cue-notes from the birds

And sing, "The world's awake."