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A SPIRIT’S VOICE

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It is the dawn! the rosy day awakes;

From her bright hair pale showers of dew she shakes,

And through the heavens her early pathway takes;

   Why art thou sleeping?


It is the noon! the sun looks laughing down

On hamlet still, on busy shore, and town,

On forest glade, and deep dark waters lone;

   Why art thou sleeping?


It is the sunset! daylight’s crimson veil

Floats o’er the mountain tops, while twilight pale

Calls up her vaporous shrouds from every vale;

   Why art thou sleeping?


It is the night! o’er the moon’s livid brow,

Like shadowy locks, the clouds their darkness throw,

All evil spirits wake to wander now;

   Why art thou sleeping?


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