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THE BEAUTIFUL DAY.
Day on the mountain, the beautiful Day,
And the torrent leaps forth in the pride of his ray;
The chamois awakes from her wild forest dream,
And bounds in the gladness and life of his beam;
And the horn of the hunter is sounding,—away!
Light, light on the hills—'t is the beautiful day!
And the torrent leaps forth in the pride of his ray;
The chamois awakes from her wild forest dream,
And bounds in the gladness and life of his beam;
And the horn of the hunter is sounding,—away!
Light, light on the hills—'t is the beautiful day!
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Day in the valley,—the rivulet rolls
Cloudless and calm as the home of our souls;
The harvest is waving, and fountain and flower
Are sparkling and sweet as the radiant hour;
And the song of the reapers, the lark's sunny lay,
Proclaim through the valley—Day! beautiful Day!
Cloudless and calm as the home of our souls;
The harvest is waving, and fountain and flower
Are sparkling and sweet as the radiant hour;
And the song of the reapers, the lark's sunny lay,
Proclaim through the valley—Day! beautiful Day!
Oh, solemn and sad his far setting appears,
When the last ray declines, and the flowers are in tears,—
When the shadows of evening like death-banners wave,
And darkness encloses the world like a grave;
Yet, the sun, like the soul, shall arise from decay,
And again light the world with Day, beautiful Day!
When the last ray declines, and the flowers are in tears,—
When the shadows of evening like death-banners wave,
And darkness encloses the world like a grave;
Yet, the sun, like the soul, shall arise from decay,
And again light the world with Day, beautiful Day!
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