Soars the delightful day


Those beams of morning play;
How heaven laughs out with glee
Where, like a bird set free,
Up from the eastern sea
No more shall yield to wrong,
Shall squander life no more;
Days lost, I know not how,
I shall retrieve them now;
Now I shall keep the vow
How heavily it dies
Past touch and sight and sound
Not further to be found,
How hopeless under ground

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