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Rh NAHANT

SUNRISE

you know what joy is hid

In our green Musketaquid,

And for travelled eyes what charms

Draw us to these meadow farms,

Come and I will show you all

Makes each day a festival.

Stand upon this pasture hill,

Face the eastern star until

The slow eye of heaven shall show

The world above, the world below.

Behold the miracle!

Thou saw'st but now the twilight sad

And stood beneath the firmament,

A watchman in a dark gray tent,

Waiting till God create the earth,—

Behold the new majestic birth!