purple Thee, when morning Still, with breaketh still

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