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GOOD-MORROW.
I
Shine brightly through her casement, sun;Thou gale, soft odours bring her;
Ye birds that hail the dawning day,
Your sweetest music sing her;
Smile, Nature, on her, as she wakes,
And hide all sights of sorrow;
And have no sounds but those of joy
To bid my love—good-morrow!
II
Good-morrow to those lustrous eyes,With bright good-humour beaming;
Good-morrow to those ruddy lips,
Where smiles are ever teeming.
Good-morrow to that happy face,
Undimm'd by cloud of sorrow.
Good-morrow, heart that clings to mine—
Good-morrow, love, good-morrow!
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