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MATIN-SONG.
1
The day's wan light breaks fair and far,The wave is restless on the stream;—
Dallying with the morning star,
It rocks the slight and silvery beam.
2
Freshly the heart of day is breathing!The wild-flower trembles for the bee:—
On ocean's cheek a smile is wreathing,
Tenderly and merrily!
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3
The sky-lark leaves its nest,With pearls upon its breast;—
From its nested sedge the crowned swan glides, slow,—
And forth into the morning, like the light, doth go!
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