I br br The dawn laughs out on orient hills br And dances with the diamond rills; br The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs br The silken, beaded gossamers; br In the wide valleys, lone and fair, br Lyrics are piped from limpid air, br And, far above, the pine trees free br Voice ancient lore of sky and sea. br Come, let us fill our hearts straightway br With hope and courage of the day. br br br II br br Noon, hiving sweets of sun and flower, br Has fallen on dreams in wayside bower, br Where bees hold honeyed fellowship br With the ripe blossom of her lip; br All silent are her poppied vales br And all her long Arcadian dales, br Where idleness is gathered up br A magic draught in summer's cup. br Come, let us give ourselves to dreams br By lisping margins of her streams. br br br III br br Adown the golden sunset way br The evening comes in wimple gray; br By burnished shore and silver lake br Cool winds of ministration wake; br O'er occidental meadows far br There shines the light of moon and star, br And sweet, low-tinkling music rings br About the lips of haunted springs. br In quietude of earth and air br 'Tis meet we yield our souls to prayer.