Hand in Hand/Sunrise

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Pieces of Eight

(A Garden Series)

SUNRISE

I'M in your secret Day, to-day,
I watched your morning break:
The cloud-buds bloomed to rose from grey
I heard the birds awake.
Now, through your noon-tide's molten gold,
Your evening shadows pearly,
I share with you the secret told
This morning, O! so early.