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HOW QUIETLY THE DAWN UNFURLS HER CLOAK OF MISTY BLUE. HOW KIND AND GENTLE IS THE SUN AS IT WARMS THE NIGHT-FILLED DEW.
HOW TENDERLY THE ROSE UNFOLDS HER PETALS SOFT AND RARE HOW SWEET AND GAY THE LARK DOES SING IN EARLY MORNING AIR.
HOW SOFTLY STIR THE STATELY PINES IN ECHO TO THE WIND; HOW SLEEPILY THE DAFFODILS AWAKEN, STRETCH, AND BEND.
HOW AWED I AM AT EARLY MORN IN SUCH MAJESTIC HUSH; HOW DOUBTS THE UNBELIEVER IN THIS GOD I SEE AND TRUST. |
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