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SONNET.
Morning! bright, blessed Morning! thou dost wearA heart-revivifying smile—a glow,
That momently beguiles consuming Woe,
And backwards-glancing Memory, and cold Care!
Thou comest like a Vision, deeply fair;
A Poursuivant of thronging Joys! Below,
Nothing so glorious as thy face can show:
The colours of a Paradise are there,
E'en on thy front, exultant! What shall match
Thy loveliness, Aurora!—true Heaven-born?
'T is well, thy likeness to the heart to snatch:
Peace, Promise, Hope, Expectancy, adorn
Thine aspect!—thence, Oh let us strive to catch
Bright, heavenward promptings—Beatific Morn!
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