Full Lyrics
Hail, Smiling Morn, Smiling Morn, that tips the hills with gold,
that tips the hills with gold,
whose rosy fingers ope the gates of day,
ope the gates, the gates of day,
Hail, Hail, Hail, Hail,
Who the gay face of nature doth unfold
At whose bright presence darkness flies away, flies away, flies away,
darkness flies away, darkness flies away,
Hail, Hail, Hail, Hail, Hail, Hail, Hail, Hail, Hail, Hail, Hail!
