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A MORN OF LOVE.
The sun arose, 'mid clouds withdrawn,
In golden haze, in amber-mist;
The mountains in the gradual dawn
Blush'd as the god their foreheads kiss'd.
In golden haze, in amber-mist;
The mountains in the gradual dawn
Blush'd as the god their foreheads kiss'd.
The spirit of the morning threw
A holiness where'er we trod;
And every drop of perfect dew
Enshrin'd an image of the god.
A holiness where'er we trod;
And every drop of perfect dew
Enshrin'd an image of the god.
Oh! thus, I sigh'd, as bears the dew
The presence of yon orb divine,
So shrines my heart a form as true,
And that blest form, dear maid, is thine.
The presence of yon orb divine,
So shrines my heart a form as true,
And that blest form, dear maid, is thine.
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In sweet confusion stood she by,
With modest air, abash'd and meek;
The blushes of the eastern sky
Had left their throne to grace her cheek.
With modest air, abash'd and meek;
The blushes of the eastern sky
Had left their throne to grace her cheek.
Still not in these spoke Hope alone,
But in her eyes where Truth was born:
Oh! never heart of man had known
So fair a love, so sweet a morn!
But in her eyes where Truth was born:
Oh! never heart of man had known
So fair a love, so sweet a morn!
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