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The Fair Morning
The clear bright morning, with its scented air,And gaily waving flowers, is here again;
Man's heart is lifted with the voice of prayer,
And peace descends as falls the gentle rain;
The tuneful birds that all the night have slept,
Take up at dawn the evening's dying lay;
When sleep upon their eyelids gently crept,
And stole with stealthy craft their song away;
High overhead the forest's swaying boughs,
Sprinkle with drops of dew the whistling boy;
As to the field he early drives his cows
More than content with this his low employ;
And shall not joy uplift me when I lead,
The flocks of Christ by the still streams to feed?
Poem No. 478; summer–fall 1839
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