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Beams of the daybreak faint I hail	A
Your dubious hues as on the robe	B
Of night which wraps the slumbering globe	B
I mark your traces pale	A
Tired with the taper's sickly light	C
And with the wearying number'd night	C
I hail the streaks of morn divine	D
And lo they break between the dewy wreaths	E
That round my rural casement twine	D
The fresh gale o'er the green lawn breathes	F
It fans my feverish brow it calms the mental strife	G
And cheerily re illumes the lambent flame of life	G
	-
The lark has her gay song begun	H
She leaves her grassy nest	I
And soars till the unrisen sun	H
Gleams on her speckled breast	I
	-
Now let me leave my restless bed	J
And o'er the spangled uplands tread	J
Now through the custom'd wood walk wend	K
By many a green lane lies my way	L
Where high o'er head the wild briers bend	K
Till on the mountain's summit gray	L
I sit me down and mark the glorious dawn of day	L
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Oh Heaven the soft refreshing gale	A
It breathes into my breast	I
My sunk eye gleams my cheek so pale	A
Is with new colours dress'd	I
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Blithe Health thou soul of life and ease	M
Come thou too on the balmy breeze	M
Invigorate my frame	N
I'll join with thee the buskin'd chase	O
With thee the distant clime will trace	O
Beyond those clouds of flame	N
	-
Above below what charms unfold	P
In all the varied view	Q
Before me all is burnish'd gold	P
Behind the twilight's hue	Q
The mists which on old Night await	R
Far to the west they hold their state	R
They shun the clear blue face of Morn	S
Along the fine cerulean sky	T
The fleecy clouds successive fly	T
While bright prismatic beams their shadowy folds adorn	S
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And hark the thatcher has begun	H
His whistle on the eaves	U
And oft the hedger's bill is heard	V
Among the rustling leaves	U
The slow team creaks upon the road	W
The noisy whip resounds	U
The driver's voice his carol blithe	X
The mower's stroke his whetting scythe	Y
Mix with the morning's sounds	U
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Who would not rather take his seat	Z
Beneath these clumps of trees	U
The early dawn of day to greet	Z
And catch the healthy breeze	U
Than on the silken couch of Sloth	A2
Luxurious to lie	T
Who would not from life's dreary waste	B2
Snatch when he could with eager haste	B2
An interval of joy	C2
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To him who simply thus recounts	U
The morning's pleasures o'er	D2
Fate dooms ere long the scene must close	U
To ope on him no more	E2
Yet Morning unrepining still	F2
He'll greet thy beams awhile	G2
And surely thou when o'er his grave	H2
Solemn the whispering willows wave	H2
Wilt sweetly on him smile	G2
And the pale glowworm's pensive light	C
Will guide his ghostly walks in the drear moonless night	C

Henry Kirk White

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