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OH, THE GLORY OF THE MORNING!
Oh, the glory of the morning!Oh, the rapture of delight!
Oh, the pride and joy and beauty,
Infinite, yea, infinite!
We are young and strong, beloved,
And our hearts are full of light,
And we think this rapture must be
Infinite, yea, infinite.
But a shadow creepeth o'er us,
Shadow for the blessed light;
Cool and chill and cold it falleth,—
Is it death or only night?
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