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This Morn
Whence came this morn, this glorious morn,
That hill and valley love so well?
From Thee who gave me voice to sing,
For they too of thy bounty tell.
That hill and valley love so well?
From Thee who gave me voice to sing,
For they too of thy bounty tell.
Look! how each leaf and grassy blade
Return the glances of the morn;
There is no beauty in the stream
But of its brightness too is born.
Return the glances of the morn;
There is no beauty in the stream
But of its brightness too is born.
But none can tell how fair they are,
Who do not with the morning live;
And in its light find life with them,
And like them always praises give.
Who do not with the morning live;
And in its light find life with them,
And like them always praises give.
This morn, this brightly-beaming morn,
Then shall they know it came from Thee;
For they shall in its light rejoice,
And own that they thy children be.
Then shall they know it came from Thee;
For they shall in its light rejoice,
And own that they thy children be.
Poem No. 798; June or September 1839
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