with purple Thee, when morning still breaketh Still,

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