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And joyful hails the morn;
The sun's bright beams,
O'er curling streams,
Looks enmity to storm.

The hills and plains,
Refreshed with rains,
Arrayed in brightest green,
With smiles o'erlook
The neighboring brook,
And each adjacent scene.

Creation smiles,
With winning wiles,
And bids all earth rejoice;
Tree, plant and flower,
In field and bower,
All praise God with one voice.

Then, can it be,
That we who see
The works of all creation,
Can view unmoved,
The things God proved,
When all bespeak their station.