A LITTLE RAY OVER THE WINDOW.
A little ray over the window; Thank God, that the night-time has passed,And the day with its glorious beauty Is crowning the whole world at last.
I stand at the vine-covered lattice, And throw the green blinds open wide,Looking out on the sun-tinted beauty Flooding in on the morning tide.
Low over the hillside and valley Is waving a curtain of mist,And surely the clouds to the eastward The rosiest angels have kissed.
The dewdrops in beautiful clusters Lie thick on the emerald leaves;And white, waxen roses are dropping Their pure petals down from the eaves.
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