From The Princess
The morning sun has risen bright,The night is gone, has fled from sight;Upon the veil there came to lightHeaven's fairest orb of light.How we hope at break of dayTo see the blossoms bloom and sway;And see therein clemencyRadiant as pure majesty.Our day with kindness gently led,Fragrant as a spirit's tread;Pure comfort's equal, wholly given,Fills the soul with peace from heaven.
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