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Sunshine.
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Arise and shine! The gold light
Fair morning makes for thee —
A tender and untold light,
Like music on the sea.
Light and music shining
In melodious glory,
A rare and radiant shining
On thy changing story.
To-day the golden sunlight
Is full and broad and strong.
The glory of the One Light
Must overflow in song —
Song that floweth ever,
Sweeter every day;
Song whose echoes never,
Never die away.
How shall the light be clearer
That is so bright to-day?
How shall the hope be dearer
That pours such joyous ray?
We are only waiting
For the answer golden;
What faith is antedating
Shall not be withholden.
Frances Ridley Havergal.
Sunday Magazine.
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