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have the early morning world to themselves 

 then it is they fairly let out their extravagant 

 delights. Light and life are the twin glories 

 of the dawn hour. No hour is quite its equal. 



"How sweet the morning 

 With its delicate odors 

 Of Earth and Air, 

 How soft are the shadows 

 That sleep on the sward; 

 How tender the hues, 

 Like bloom and blush on plum 

 Or the far dreamy mountains 

 That hold up the sky. 

 Gently the witching breezes waft 

 The leaves all alive, 

 Flashing in Beauty 

 Touched by kindling sunlight, 

 As in Fairy land. 

 A spirit is moving 

 Around us unseen, 

 It haunts with its presence 

 The air, the earth, the heart, 

 Breathing its peace." 



I shall never forget that summer's morning 

 when I rose while it was dark that I might 

 note the first signs of dawning light pencilling 

 the sky and playing on the distant mountains 



