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THE MORNING OPES THE GATES OF DAY.
The Morning opes the gates of day,
Whence issue forth the rosy hours,
To strew sweet odours on their way,
And wake to life the sleeping flow'rs
That closed at eve.
Whence issue forth the rosy hours,
To strew sweet odours on their way,
And wake to life the sleeping flow'rs
That closed at eve.
Up, slug-abed; arise, arise,
The lark long since is in the blue,
His matins chanting in the skies,
Greeting the world now born anew
To loveliness.
The lark long since is in the blue,
His matins chanting in the skies,
Greeting the world now born anew
To loveliness.
And not a single bough is mute,
The song-birds sing in ev'ry tree;
The Black-cap, sweet as any flute,
Thrushes athrill with love and glee,
Bid thee awake.
The song-birds sing in ev'ry tree;
The Black-cap, sweet as any flute,
Thrushes athrill with love and glee,
Bid thee awake.
But all the beauty of the day,
The lilt of birds that gaily sing,
Lack something whiles thou art away,
Nor joy nor rapture will they bring,
Till thou dost come.
The lilt of birds that gaily sing,
Lack something whiles thou art away,
Nor joy nor rapture will they bring,
Till thou dost come.
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She wakes! She stirs! Her voice I hear;
'Tis sweeter far than that sweet bird's
That sings beneath the moonlight clear,
And she—Ah! she outstrips all words,
My love! She comes!
'Tis sweeter far than that sweet bird's
That sings beneath the moonlight clear,
And she—Ah! she outstrips all words,
My love! She comes!
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