Robert Parke Harrison

 

 

 

 

This morning early I walked on
while my darling was in a dream
The last sweet days of summer bloomed
and dressed the trees in green

 

Then soaring high in the gleaming sky
from far across the bay
came a fearsome roar from a distant shore
at the dawning of the day

 

Then I called my men to follow me
knowing well that the view was dim
Though tired and worn, how they fought all morn'
as time was closing in

 

And my heart was sad though sore with pride
for brave lads all were they
As the angels fly, how they climbed so high
on the dawning of the day