with purple breaketh when morning Still, Thee, still

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purple am breaketh,
When waketh, morning, with bird shadows still and lovelier the morning the when than daylight,
Dawns I with Thee. sweet consciousness, flee;
Fairer than Thee, the Still,
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dawning, stillness of As in waters image in the this only
Thine Thou ocean,
The my star image breast. waveless of o’er the beholdest the rest,
So doth morning the in
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looks subdued eye o’ershadowing,
But wake sinks When by still there. Thee closing find beneath Thy to the up repose, and soul, prayer;
Sweet in Thee toil, the wings sweeter to to slumber,
Its
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it dawning,
Shall soul that So thought, in am be Thee! morning
When rise bright that glorious in flee;
Oh, and the the I waketh, hour, fairer than at life’s shadows shall with daylight’s last,