The Boon

The Boon by Marie Van Vorst (1913)

The poem celebrates waking at dawn with a beloved companion, when dew, mist, purple meadows, and the sighing morning wind make the earth seem newly pure. In this sacred interval between night and day, the speaker feels that sinful or sullied things cannot approach; those who awaken, praise God, remain pure, and walk rightly receive a blessing. The greatest boon is to walk together through God’s fields at the break of day.

By Marie Van Vorst · First published 1913 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Nature Poetry, Religious Poetry · 161 words

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At break of day when shadows fly / And still the earth is white with dew, / When light soft mists on hillside lie / And, stirring purple meadows thro', / The morning wind moves like a sigh, / Oh I awake then quietly! / Earth's sullied things draw never nigh / When thus the day from God is new / And from a dim far place on high / On the chaste line of day and night / Where holy thoughts the souls imbue / Who wake, praise God, keep pure, walk right / A boon comes. is't not blest that I / Walk thus thro' fields of God with you / At break of day when shadows fly?

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