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II. DAWN.

O lily with the heavenly sun
Shining upon thy breast!
My scattered passions toward thee run,
And poise to awful rest.
The darkness of our universe
Smothered my soul in night;
Thy glory shone; whereat the curse
Passed molten into light.
Raised over envy; freed from pain;
Beyond the storms of chance:
Blessed king of my own world I reign,
Controlling circumstance.