“Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun
When first on this delightful land he spreads
His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower.
Glist’ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth
After soft showers; and sweet the coming on
Of grateful ev’ning mild, then silent night
With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heaven, her starry train.”
Paradise Lost, Book IV Line 639.
John Milton [1608-1674]
Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations by John Bartlett.
Published by Little, Brown and Company 1955. Page 256.