P G Tait's poem: The Morning Round (6-8 AM)
- Beautiful Round! Superbly played-
Round where never mistake is made;
Who with enchantment would not bound
For the round of the morning, Beautiful Round?
- Never a duffer is out of bed;
None but the choicest bricks instead
On the Links at six can ever be found;
Round of the morning, Beautiful Round.
- There they lie in a hideous doze
Different quite from a golfer's repose-
That from which he starts with a bound
For the round of the morning, Beautiful Round.
- Agile and light, each tendon strung,
With healthy play of each active lung
He strides along o'er the dewy ground
In the round of the morning, Beautiful Round.
- Beautiful Round! most cleverly won
Under the gaze of the rising sun,
And hailed with a pleasant chuckling sound
Round of the morning. Beautiful Round.
- Beautiful Round! vain duffers try
Thy manifold virtues to deny:-
They!!! mere specimens of a hound:
Round of the morning, Beautiful Round.
- Beautiful Round in thee is health,
The choicest gem of earthly wealth:-
Hands and face most thoroughly browned;
Round of the morning. Beautiful Round.
- Beautiful Round! to thee is due
All the work I am fit to do:-
Therefore in fancy stand thou crowned
Queen of the morning, Beautiful Round.
- Beautiful Round! I think of thee
Through months of labour and misery:-
Round thee the strings of my heart are wound,
Round of the morning, Beautiful Round.
Last Updated January 2015