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Morning.

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Pleasant it is to turn and see the fireDance on the hearth, as he would never tire;The home-baked loaf, the Indian bean’s perfume,Fill with their homely cheer the panelled room.Come, crazy storm! and thou, wild glittering hail,Rave o’er the roof and wave your icy veil;Shout in our ears, and take your madcap way!I laugh at storms! for Roderick comes to-day.

Anne Glenny Wilson.

XXXI.

Morning.

Morning passes, never ceases,Day-break laughs on earth for ever.
Now is the hour of the morning’s prime,— List to the voices;—sea-sprites hymning!Wispy clouds from the sea-haze climb, Rosy gulls in the gold sea swimming:  Waves defying Time’s ageing hand   Dance to the gleaming sand.
Now is the hour of the morning’s prime,— Earth lies laughing and Heaven bends overBees are a-hum in the banks of thyme, Bees are a-drone in the fields of clover:  Poppies and cornflowers gem the corn,   And a new world smiles, dew-born.
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