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170  Though heaviness endure the night,
 * Yet joy shall come with break of day;

She shudders with a strange delight—
 * The fearful dream is pass'd away.

She wakes; the grey dawn streaks the dark;
 * With early songs the copses ring:

Far off she hears the watch-dog bark
 * A joyful bark of welcoming!