still with breaketh Thee, Still, purple morning when

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