morning breaketh with still purple Still, Thee, when

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