morning Thee, still with when breaketh purple Still,

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