MORNING.
Over the hills steals the morning elory, Touching with beauty each spire and tree; Warming the peaks of the mountain hoary, Gilding a path o'er the silent sea. So o'er my soul breaks the hope eternal, Chasing its sadness and gloom away ; Earnest and seal of the joys supernal, Waiting the dawn of a brighter day. Up from the meadows the lark is springing, Carolling clear in the early light, Waking the world with its glad thanksgiving, Hailing the day that has vanquished night. So may my heart in its glad exultation Rise through the lingering mists of earth ; Joining the world's song of adoration, Praising the God who gave all things birth. M. A.
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New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume 1, Issue 10, 1 July 1900, Page 47
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116MORNING. New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume 1, Issue 10, 1 July 1900, Page 47
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