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, GENTLE FLOWER. 
DAWN 
BY BARRY CORNWALL. 
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Dawn, gentle flower, | 
From the morning earth! 
We will gaze and wonder | 
At thy wondrous birth! 
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Bloom, gentle flower ! 
Lover of the light, || 
Sought by wind and shower, il 
Fondled by the night! 
Fade, gentle flower ! 
All thy white leaves close ¢ 
Having shone thy beauty, 
Time ’tis for repose. 
Die, gentle flower, 
In the silent sun! 
So—all pangs are over, 
All thy tasks are done! 
} no more glory, 
i auee he soars so Ligh; 
all man’s story, 
nd love—and die f 

L rAave——a 


