purple with Thee, breaketh when still morning Still,

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