The blushing morn

O now the crimson east its fire streak burning Tempts me to wander neath the blushing morn Winding the zig zag lane turning & turning As winds the crooked fences wilderd thorn O wheres the eye can gaze upon the dawn That flushes yon blue sky of cloudless heaven & gilds the prospect round below—what eye Can look upon the beautys morn has given & look unmovd, sure neer a soul thats living The soul…