Magnificent the Morning Was

Magnificent the Morning Was William Wordsworth                                   Magnificent The morning was, a memorable pomp, More glorious than I ever had beheld. The sea was laughing at a distance; all The solid mountains were as bright as clouds, Grain-tinctured, drench'd in empyrean light; And in the meadows and the lower grounds, Was all the sweetness of a common dawn-- Dews, vapours, and the melody of birds, And labourers going forth into the fields. Ah! Need I say, dear friend, that to the brim My heart was full? I made no vows, but vows Were then made for me: bond unknown to me Was given, that I should be--else sinning greatly-- A dedicated spirit. On I walked In blessedness, which even yet remains. Source: Dancing With Joy edited by Roger Housden Add your thoughts at inward/outward This message is a daily service of inward/outward. Was this message forwarded to you? Click here to sign up. No longer interested in receiving these readings? Click here to unsubscribe. Having trouble unsubscribing? Email Church of the Saviour Office: churchofthesaviour.office@gmail.com