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Dawn 



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The loving morn has kissed the warm, chaste 



earth, 

 And decked her forth in jewels of priceless 



worth. 



The lark has risen on triumphant wing. 

 And at the gate of paradise doth sing. 



The river rousing from a silent sleep, 

 Joins in ecstatic hymning with the mighty 

 deep. 



The ocean wakened by the coming day, 

 Throws off its surging coverlet of spray. 



The everlasting mountains shake their hoary 



heads. 

 And stretch themselves in their primeval beds. 



The drowsy forest rising with a sigh. 

 Lifts its great arms up to the arching sky. 



The busy nations hail the coming day. 

 Another space in which to work, to weep, to 

 play. 



His many tributes gathered by the conquering 



sun. 

 He rises in splendor and the day is come. 





