This Glorious Morrow Songtext
von Alexander Armstrong

Tread north still, the line of darkening holds
Soft lands the cast of falling evening
Falls into glories, fallen slumbers
Stills the air with blossomed snowfall
Through spires and hollows, dreaming barrows
Frills of sadness
Fanged and sudden as the noiseless frost
Tread north still, through hurt and passion both
All, all is met in gentle morrow


Homeward lust by spur and learning bound
Crisp every spine of winter′s cleaving
Pale stem of moonlight, pure, imparted
Draw me to my journey's ending
On snow untrodden, long forgotten
Pacts of grasses
Bown where ageless drovers passed before
Homeward lust, now forded, forest-borne
All now is met in gentle morrow

Soft, pray, soft, in humble silence join
This first quiet greeting of the feast-day
Bound close and fast by laws and glories
Wordless, soaring, solemn love
And time marked to embellish cherished hours
Opportune
Like morning blossoms for their passing bloom
Peace, now peace, these passing unities
All are made whole this glorious morrow