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Day
Day I lament that none can hymn thy praiseIn fitting strains, of all thy riches bless;
Though thousands sport them in thy golden rays
Yet none like thee their Maker's name confess;
Great fellow of my being! woke with me
Thou dost put on thy dazzling robes of light,
And onward from the east go forth to free
Thy children from the bondage of the night;
I hail thee, pilgrim! on thy lonely way,
Whose looks on all alike benignant shine;
A child of light, like thee, I cannot stay,
But on the world I bless must soon decline,
Nor leave one ray to cheer the darkening mind
That will not in the word of God its dayspring find.
Poem No. 98; c. 24 November 1838
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