morn breeze br the chant of a monk br from a temple br br inspired by br br An English Breeze br UP with the sun, the breeze arose, br Across the talking corn she goes, br And smooth she rustles far and wide br Through all the voiceful countryside. br Through all the land her tale she tells; br She spins, she tosses, she compels br The kites, the clouds, the windmill sails br And all the trees in all the dales. br God calls us, and the day prepares br With nimble, gay and gracious airs: br And from Penzance to Maidenhead br The roads last night He watered. br God calls us from inglorious ease, br Forth and to travel with the breeze br While, swift and singing, smooth and strong br She gallops by the fields along.