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<p>8<lb/> | |||
<head><hi rend="underline">Monday Morning</hi></head></p> | |||
'' | <p>The night is fled; – Earth from its slumbers waking<lb/> | ||
Puts on her robes <del>of</del> <add>with</add> joy & beauty bright,<lb/> | |||
And the proud him, his golden tresses shaking<lb/> | |||
Fills all the world with youth, – & life – & light.<lb/> | |||
In nature's mighty temple, countless voices<lb/> | |||
The glorious dome with early offerings fill;<lb/> | |||
In its new strength the lusty morn<del>ing</del> rejoices<lb/> | |||
<del>And wakes</del> <add>Summoning <del>calls</del></add> its dormant tenants – 'Wake my Spirit.'<lb/> | |||
<del>The golden hours of memory <gap/> <gap/></del> <add>The day<del>s</del>-break now with natural music sings</add><lb/> | |||
Now to thy toils again – again inherit<lb/> | |||
<del><gap/> out <gap/> <gap/></del><lb/> | |||
The ruddy health that busy labor brings.<lb/> | |||
The <add>smiling</add> path of duty <del>smiling</del> lies before thee<lb/> | |||
<del>Around</del> Thee thousand gentle thirsts <del><gap/></del> <add>welcoming greet:</add><lb/> | |||
The generous light of heaven is sparkling o'er thee<lb/> | |||
And gems & flowers are scattered at thy feet<lb/> | |||
Thou art but dust – an atom in creation<lb/> | |||
Like morning dew – soon dissipated – gone.</p> | |||
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Monday Morning
The night is fled; – Earth from its slumbers waking
Puts on her robes of with joy & beauty bright,
And the proud him, his golden tresses shaking
Fills all the world with youth, – & life – & light.
In nature's mighty temple, countless voices
The glorious dome with early offerings fill;
In its new strength the lusty morning rejoices
And wakes Summoning calls its dormant tenants – 'Wake my Spirit.'
The golden hours of memory The days-break now with natural music sings
Now to thy toils again – again inherit
out
The ruddy health that busy labor brings.
The smiling path of duty smiling lies before thee
Around Thee thousand gentle thirsts welcoming greet:
The generous light of heaven is sparkling o'er thee
And gems & flowers are scattered at thy feet
Thou art but dust – an atom in creation
Like morning dew – soon dissipated – gone.
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