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IN THE MORNING LIGHT.
Sleepest thou still, my own beloved one?
The air is buoyant with the breath of morn,
The earth, which wept last night, of sunshine lorn,
Smiles once again to greet the blessed sun;
A good June day is cheerily begun.
The bees are glad because of flowers new-born,
The breezelet crisps along the green young corn,
High in blue air rings the lark's clarion.
The air is buoyant with the breath of morn,
The earth, which wept last night, of sunshine lorn,
Smiles once again to greet the blessed sun;
A good June day is cheerily begun.
The bees are glad because of flowers new-born,
The breezelet crisps along the green young corn,
High in blue air rings the lark's clarion.
Wake, my beloved, wake, and come to me!
Come with the dew of youth upon thy hair;
Come, a new warmth upon the happy air,
A sweeter than the roses' fragrancy;
Come with thine eyes yet deep from holy prayer,
And calm with peace which God has whispered thee.
Come with the dew of youth upon thy hair;
Come, a new warmth upon the happy air,
A sweeter than the roses' fragrancy;
Come with thine eyes yet deep from holy prayer,
And calm with peace which God has whispered thee.
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