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ON MORNING.
How sweet to wander at the morning hour,
And watch the opening of each beauteous flow'r,
To see the radiant sun its zenith gain,
And brightly gild all nature's ample plain:
And watch the opening of each beauteous flow'r,
To see the radiant sun its zenith gain,
And brightly gild all nature's ample plain:
How sweet to hear the songsters of the grove
Pour forth to heaven their notes of grateful love,
The towing of the herd from distant hill,
The torrent's louder roar, the murmuring rill.
Pour forth to heaven their notes of grateful love,
The towing of the herd from distant hill,
The torrent's louder roar, the murmuring rill.
