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A MORNING INVOCATION.
Wake, slumberer! Summer's sweetest hours
Are speeding fast away;
The sun has waked the opening flowers
To greet the new-born day;
The deer leaps from his leafy haunt,
And swims the purple lake;
The birds their grateful carols chant,—
All Nature cries, “Awake!”
Are speeding fast away;
The sun has waked the opening flowers
To greet the new-born day;
The deer leaps from his leafy haunt,
And swims the purple lake;
The birds their grateful carols chant,—
All Nature cries, “Awake!”
O, lose not in unconscious ease
An hour so heavenly fair:
Come forth, while yet the glittering trees
Wave in the genial air,—
While yet a dewy freshness fills
The morning's fragrant gale,
As o'er the woods and up the hills
The mist rolls from the vale.
An hour so heavenly fair:
Come forth, while yet the glittering trees
Wave in the genial air,—
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The morning's fragrant gale,
As o'er the woods and up the hills
The mist rolls from the vale.
Awake! Too soon, alas! too soon,
The glory shall decay,
And, in the fervid eye of noon,
The freshness fade away.
Then seize the hour so swift of flight,
Its early bloom partake:
By all that's beautiful and bright,
I call on thee, Awake!
The glory shall decay,
And, in the fervid eye of noon,
The freshness fade away.
Then seize the hour so swift of flight,
Its early bloom partake:
By all that's beautiful and bright,
I call on thee, Awake!
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