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I think of thee at early dawn,
When first I ope mine eye;
When first the rosy finger'd morn
Draws night's dark curtain by.
When first I ope mine eye;
When first the rosy finger'd morn
Draws night's dark curtain by.
And when the glorious sun rides high
At noontide's glowing hour,
I grieve to think thou art not nigh
To seek our shady bow'.
At noontide's glowing hour,
I grieve to think thou art not nigh
To seek our shady bow'.
And when the ev'ning shadows fly
Along the hedgerows green,
Again I heave the bitter sigh
For joys that once have been.
Along the hedgerows green,
Again I heave the bitter sigh
For joys that once have been.
And when the moon, in vestments pale,
Sheds her soft light around,
Sheds her soft light around,
