Hail to the morning, hail! hail to its light and its splendor! Hail to its keen swift arrows! hail to its joy and its gladness! Light rushes up from the east, as from an eternal fountain, And straightway all Nature glows like steel that burns in the furnace! Hail to the morning, hail! hail to its radiant splendor! Hail to the wings of its speed! to its glad and its glorious presence! It comes to the dusky east like a thought of fire to the brain! It comes to the brightening east, like a “bridegroom to his bride!” It comes to the glowing east like liberty to the slave! And Nature laughs out in its splendor, and turns into light in its joy. Sing pæans, sing pæans all Nature! about pæans to God in His glory! He rolls up the sun in His might! He spreadeth the wings of the morning! Arise, oh! man, and come forth! glad morning calls out to arise! Break, break the fetters of slumber! lo! beauty is here to salute thee! Here freshness, here splendor, here beauty! yes, purity, beauty, and health! Health in the soft sweet air, and beauty on earth and in heaven! Wake man from the fetters of sleep! come forth and rejoice in this gladness. Hail to the morning, hail! hail to its light and its splendor! It comes like a seraph from heaven! yea, from heaven, and fresh with its glory! And lighting upon the dim Earth, the dim Earth straight bursts into beauty. Hail to the morning, hail! it comes with the speed of its pinion To turn the dim Earth into splendor, to clothe it in garments of light! Hail to the morning, hail! all hail to its glorious presence! Peal upward, rise upward my song! hail beautiful morning! all hail! And thus endeth the first chapter. * * * * * Scene the second, is after breakfast, for the inhabitants of Monticello generally, notwithstanding the invocation of the smitten pine to them, with almost the single exception of myself, don’t trouble themselves about rising until nature is pretty well aired. In other words they are, nearly all, late risers.