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I. SUNRISE ABOVE BROAD WHEAT-FIELDS.
The pale tints of the twilight fields
Have turned into burnished gold,
For waves of yellow light have rolled
From the open'd east across the wealds;
While 'mid the wheat spires far behind
Stirs lazily the awaken'd wind.
Have turned into burnished gold,
For waves of yellow light have rolled
From the open'd east across the wealds;
While 'mid the wheat spires far behind
Stirs lazily the awaken'd wind.
A skylark high (a song made bird)
Sings as though God his singing heard.
Sings as though God his singing heard.
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