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POEMS.
MORNING.
O radiant Morn! when the fountains of lightWere opened, and in the dominions of NightThe gleams of a brightness earth never had knownHad parted the shadows so long o'er it thrown,—The stars, ere from earth they had veiled their sweet rays,Hymned unto Jehovah an anthem of praise. Thou camest then, robed in a mantle of light,And round thy brow rested a coronet bright.Then earth, as it met the bright glance of thine eye,Smiled joyful. Its smile was reflected on high.The heavens smiled back to the earth, and thy swayTogether they owned, O bright herald of day! Long ages, O Morn! in their silence have flownSince first unto earth thy fair presence was known;With joy in thine eye, and with light on thy brow,And regal robes round thee, thou greetest us now.
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