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TO THEE, WHEN MORN IS SHINING.
I.
To thee, when Morn is shining,My early homage tends;
To thee, when Day's declining,
My evening song ascends:
When grief within me swelling,
Leaves Hope no longer free,
I fly my lonely dwelling,
To thee, my heart, to thee
II.
Come forth! thy step is lightest,I love that all should see;
Come forth, thine eye is brightest,
My heart is proud of thee!
Come forth, where lips are parting
In thoughts of eager glee,
And hopeful glances darting
To thee, my soul, to thee!
III.
Oh! thou hast charms to brighten,When circles shine most gay,
And spells of grace to heighten
The loveliest realm of play!
Would mine were worth, of splendor,
To match with thine! Ah, me!
True heart and homage tender
Are all I bring to thee!
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