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JOY COMETH WITH THE MORNING.
Out of the dreams and the dust of ages,
Hindu reverie, Hebrew boy,
Deeds of heroes and lore of sages,
Comes the hope that turns earth to joy.
Hindu reverie, Hebrew boy,
Deeds of heroes and lore of sages,
Comes the hope that turns earth to joy.
But the rosy light of the morning teaches
A blither knowledge than books can tell,
And the song that rings through the orchard preaches
The ceaseless message that all is well.
A blither knowledge than books can tell,
And the song that rings through the orchard preaches
The ceaseless message that all is well.
Hark to the lesson that Nature meaneth!
List to the breeze on the pine-clad hill!
See, the sun-rays stream to the zenith!
Thrice the oriole whistles shrill.
List to the breeze on the pine-clad hill!
See, the sun-rays stream to the zenith!
Thrice the oriole whistles shrill.
Myriad odors are faint and tender,
Sweet notes come from the woodlands far.
Draw fresh life from the day's new splendor,
Pluck thy hope from the morning star!
Sweet notes come from the woodlands far.
Draw fresh life from the day's new splendor,
Pluck thy hope from the morning star!
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