| Morning has broken like the first morning,
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| Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.
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| Praise for the singing,
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| Praise for the morning,
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| Praise for them springing fresh from the world.
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| Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven,
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| Like the first dewfall on the first grass.
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| Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
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| Sprung in completeness where his feet pass.
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| Mine is the sunlight,
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| Mine is the morning,
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| Born of the one light Eden saw play.
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| Praise with elation, praise ev’ry morning,
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| God’s recreation of the new day. |