The Reliquary By Bernard and Lucy Barton. With A Prefatory Appeal for Poetry and Poets |
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[At the first dawn of morning light] |
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[At the first dawn of morning light]
At the first dawn of morning light
When memory takes her heav'nward flight,
My spirit soars where all is free;
Then, dearest, then, I think of thee.
When memory takes her heav'nward flight,
My spirit soars where all is free;
Then, dearest, then, I think of thee.
And when I pray, that thro' the day
God's guiding light would point my way,
Oh! thoughts of thee arise in me,
And, dearest, then I pray for thee.
God's guiding light would point my way,
Oh! thoughts of thee arise in me,
And, dearest, then I pray for thee.
In duty's path, when cares annoy,
And daily ills would mar my joy,
Oh then I'm glad that thought is free,
My heart is cheer'd rememb'ring thee.
And daily ills would mar my joy,
Oh then I'm glad that thought is free,
My heart is cheer'd rememb'ring thee.
And when the glowing hues of even
Allure the heart to thoughts of Heaven,
I feel its light less bright would be
If there I should not meet with thee.
Allure the heart to thoughts of Heaven,
I feel its light less bright would be
If there I should not meet with thee.
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