morning.
A harmony pervades the whole,
At once to calm and soothe the soul.
At once to calm and soothe the soul.
The music breathes from yonder rill,
As onward flows the silvery stream—
A scene as beautiful and still
As ever haunted poet's dream.
As onward flows the silvery stream—
A scene as beautiful and still
As ever haunted poet's dream.
The morn of life, however bright,
Doth quickly vanish from our sight;
And but a shade of what hath been,
Remains to shadow out life's scene.
Doth quickly vanish from our sight;
And but a shade of what hath been,
Remains to shadow out life's scene.
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