EARLY RISING.

THE breath of the dawn is the breath of Messiah the Healer;

Shame on the sluggard that wakes not to welcome the dawn.

Great is the sun, but let night have her meed of honour,

Since it is she that kindles the lamp of the dawn.

Are we not bulbuls of love? Arise, let us gather

The rose that awakes to the breezes that herald the dawn.