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XLVII.
SUNRISE.
Uprising from the trees, the gleaming goldOf sunrise bursts upon my eager eyes,
And, as its glories to my gaze unfold,
My soul is rapt with wonder and surprise!
The green trees glisten in the radiance bright,
The birds their matin songs delighted pour,
The distant hill-tops catch the enkindled light,
My heart's devotion strengthens with the hour.
O Nature! may my soul still find in thee
A satisfaction sweet as now I know,
When, from the bonds of pressing care set free,
My bosom burns with admiration's glow.
I feel, while gazing here on Nature's face,
With Mr. Squeers, that “Natur' is a case.”
Great Hill, Exeter, August, 1852.
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