Full Lyrics
Hail, smiling morn, smiling morn,
That tips the hills with gold,
Whose rosy fingers ope the gate of day,
Ope the gates, the gates of day.
Hail, hail, hail!
Who the gay face of nature doth enfold,
At whose bright presence, darkness flies away, flies away,
Darkness flies away, darkness flies away.
At whose bright presence darkness flies away, flies away,
Darkness flies away.
Hail, hail, hail, hail, hail, hail.
