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424 POEMS.
My vision departing,
Then with my final
Sigh would bear witness:
“Fair was my morning, .
Sweet is my eve.”
*MY MORNING SONG.
August 24th, 1828.
O tHo0, of life the light, the joy,
Thou morning sun, God’s glorious eye!
Now do I hail thee, bending lowly,
And bless the love, so pure, so holy,
That lights thy beams o’er earth and sky.
Eternal Lord, how bright, how clear,
How warm, Thy being all divine,
In Nature imaged, meets us here!
Father of light, in light’s own shrine
Revealed, we see Thy glory shine.
F’en as the smallest meadow flower,
Thus lowly am I in Thy sight ;
Yet on us both Thou deign’st to pour
The fullness of Thy blessed light,
Making our hidden paths look bright.
A grateful heart that lowly one
Doth bring; what else can she bestow?
O Father, look Thy child upon:
*Midst all thy children, high and low,
She humbly brings this offering now.
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