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DAWN.
Creat Morning in our sky once more,Enkindling land and wave,—
To bring a day like all before,
And find me still a slave?
No! let me date my years anew;
This day is virgin white;
By Heaven, I will not re-indue
The rags of overnight!
I was a king by birth, and who
Is rebel to my right?
None but myself, myself alone:
Conquer myself, I take my throne.
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