The sun lifts over silver tracks 1.The sun lifts over silver tracks,first blessing of the day;and all creation wakes to bringits offering of praise.2.The wren threads dawn with trembling notes,a psalm before the feast;the blackbird’s call becomes the chantthat bids all fear to cease.3.The blackcap’s flute, the robin’s fire,rise like sursum corda;the goldcrest sparks its… Continue reading