To Morning
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O holy virgin！ clad in purest white， Unlock heav'n's golden gates， and issue forth； Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven； let light Rise from the chambers of the east， and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning， salute the sun Rous'd like a huntsman to the chase， and with Thy buskin'd feet appear upon our hills. |
