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Harris, Sketch near Lake Superior, nd

LINES to a FRIEND ASLEEP

Awake my friend! the morning's fine,
Waste not in sleep the day divine,
Nature is clad in the best array,
The woods, the fields, the flowers are gay; --
The sun is up, and speech his march,
O'er heaven's high aerial arch,
His golden beams with lustre fall,
On lake a river, cot and hall; --
The dews are sparkling on each spray,
The birds are chirping sweet and gay,
The violet shows its beautious head,
Within its narrow, figured bed; --
The air is pure, the earth bedight,
With trees and flowers, life and light,
All -- all inspires a joyful gleam,
More pleasing than a fairy dream.
Awake! the sweet refreshing scene,
Invites us forth to tread the green,
With joyful hearts, and pious lays,
To join the glorious Maker's praise,
The wond'rous works -- the paschal lamb,
The holy, high, and just I Am.

Rosa (Jane Johnston Schoolcraft)