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Early Rising.
Are my flowers awake
That so sweet were sleeping?
See,—they lift their heads,
Dewy tear-drops weeping.
That so sweet were sleeping?
See,—they lift their heads,
Dewy tear-drops weeping.
Has the bee come forth?
At her work she's singing,
To her busy hive
Honied treasures bringing.
At her work she's singing,
To her busy hive
Honied treasures bringing.
Is the linnet up?
Hark! his song he raises,
Let me join him too,
With my morning praises.
Hark! his song he raises,
Let me join him too,
With my morning praises.
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