A Hymn to Morning contains elements of the sublime. The sun cannot just rise. It needs music when it appears. And all greenery acknowledge its appearance with song. I looked at A Hymn to the Evening as well and found it exceedingly dramatic. “Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main / The pealing thunder shook the heavenly plain.” This suggests that the entirety of the day is a symphony that starts out low and sweet and leads to an epic conclusion. With the symphony in mind, I recall Má Vlast by Bedřich Smetan and how his music evokes a poem.