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DAYBREAK.
The young sun rides the mists anew; his cohorts follow from the sea.
Let Aztec children shout and sue, the Persian lend a thankful knee:
Those glad auroral eyes shall beam not anywhere henceforth on me.
Let Aztec children shout and sue, the Persian lend a thankful knee:
Those glad auroral eyes shall beam not anywhere henceforth on me.
Up with the banners on the height, set every matin-bell astir!
The tree-top choirs carouse in light; the dew 's on phlox and lavender:
Ah, mockery! for, worlds away, the heart of morning beats with her.
The tree-top choirs carouse in light; the dew 's on phlox and lavender:
Ah, mockery! for, worlds away, the heart of morning beats with her.
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