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MORNING.
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O Morning! thy beauties to vision when givenMay wake in the spirit deep dreamings of heaven;May wake joyous thoughts in the spirit, where stillAre soul-founts the Infinite only can fill. Though naught for these longings can earth's beauty bring,Nor over our life-scenes immortal light fling,We'll cherish these longings, and love thee the while,Love Night's solemn presence and Morn's sunny smile,Until from the shadows and sunlight of earthWe pass to that land where our spirits had birth;Where souls breathe again their own native air,And dreams in this life are reality there.
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