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MORNING PLUNGE.

I scatter the dreams of my pillow,
I spring to a sunshiny floor;
O New Day!—how sparkles the billow,
How brilliant are sea, sky, and shore!
The cliff with its cheerful adorning
Of matted sea-pink under foot,
A lark gives me ‘top o' the morning!’
A sailing-boat nods a salute.
Fresh-born from the foam, with new graces,
Comes many a winsome fair maid,
Peep children's damp hair and bright faces
From straw hats' or sun-bonnets' shade.
Green crystal in exquisite tremble,
My tide-brimming pool I behold;
What shrimps on the sand-patch assemble!
I vanish! embraced with pure cold;
A king of the morning-time's treasures,
To revel in water and air,
Join salmon and gull in their pleasures;
Then home to our sweet human fare.
There stand the blue cups on white table,
Rich nugget of gold from the hive,
And there's Uncle George and Miss Mabel,
And Kitty, the best child alive!
Now two little arms round my neck fast,
A kiss from a laugh I must win,—
You don't deserve one bit of breakfast,
You unbaptized people within!