Before The World Is Wide Awake...

Before the world is wide awake

And while its eyes are still half-closed

Each hill blue-kissed with mist, the lake

A looking glass, each rose reposed

And while the air is plush with hush

The country-side soft brushed with frost

Before the busy bustle-rush

Distracts us from frames mercy-tossed

Before the sun tickles Time’s sand

And the command of Duty hails

We ought to reach and touch the Hand

Of He whose Kindness never fails

© Janet Martin