Still, when with morning purple breaketh Thee, still

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