O, in the Morn of Life

O

in the morn of life

when youth

With vi­tal ar­dor glows

And shines in all the fair­est charms

That beau­ty can dis­close;

And shines in all the fair­est charms

That beau­ty can dis­close.

Deep in thy soul be­fore its pow­ers

Are yet by vice en­slaved

Be thy cre­at­or’s glo­ri­ous name

And char­ac­ter en­graved;

Be thy cre­at­or’s glo­ri­ous name

And char­ac­ter en­graved.

Ere yet the shades of sor­row cloud

The sun­shine of thy days;

And cares and toils in end­less round

Encompass all thy ways;

And cares and toils in end­less round

Encompass all thy ways.

Ere yet the heart the woes of age

With vain re­gret de­plore

And sad­ly muse on for­mer joys

That now re­turn no more;

And sad­ly muse on for­mer joys

That now re­turn no more.