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The Day Begins to Dawn
The Day begins to dawn, O blessed word!That doth our darkness with its light illume;
In the long, cheerless night of sorrow heard,
It comes to banish from the mind its gloom;
Bidding it wake again to life, and joy,
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Wisely for good each day on earth employ,
With brighter worlds than this still kept in view.
Though vanished from our sight, our friends still live,
Starlike and pure in Hope's immortal sphere;
And to our souls a heavenly peace they give,
While, subject to life's cares, we linger here;
Till the pale dawn become the glorious day,
And sorrow, pain, and death shall flee away.
Poem No. 483; c. 22 January 1858
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