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MORNING.
I'll have thee greet me in thine early hours;The dew of morning thrilling in thy words,
And the first music of the wakened birds
That pant at noon, and hang their heads at even;
Thou, radiant in the first surprise of heaven,
And the sweet shock of re-created powers,
Shalt welcome me, with thought and hope returning,
Ere Day has set his weary task of learning,
While, on the breezy vantage, standing free,
Thou renderest glad obeisance to the Sun;
Thus shalt thou meet th' impulsive bound of one
Who, thanking God for life, forgets not thee.
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