Morning has Broken by Eleanor Farjeon

Morning has broken,
like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken,
like the first bird
Praise for the singing,
praise for the morning
Praise for the springing
fresh from the word

Sweet the rain’s new fall,
sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall,
on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness
of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness
where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight,
mine is the morning
Born of the one light,
Eden saw play
Praise with elation,
praise every morning
God’s recreation
of the new day

Eleanor Farjeon 1881-1965

Eleanor was a sickly child and was encouraged to write by her father Benjamin Farjeon who was a popular Victorian novelist. Over her lifetime, she wrote numerous children’s stories, as well as plays, poetry, histories and biographies. Late in her life, she was awarded the Hans Christian Anderson Medal and the Carnegie Medal for her contributions to children’s literature.