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Rh Of dazzling gold is the great Sun- Bee That shall flash from the hive-hole over the sea. Yet now the dewdrop, now the morning gray, Shall live their little lucid sober day Ere with the sun their souls exhale avay. Now in each pettiest personal sphere of dew The summ d morn shines complete as in the blue Big dewdrop of all heaven: with these lit shrines O er-silvered to the farthest sea-confines, The sacramental marsh one pious plain Of worship lies. Peace to the ante-reign Of Mary Morning, blissful mother mild, Minded of nought but peace, and of a child. Not slower than Majesty moves, for a mean and a measure Of motion, not faster than dateless Olympian leisure Might pace with unblown ample garments from pleasure to pleasure, The; wave-serrate sea-rim sinks unjarring, unreeling, Forever revealing, revealing, revealing, Edgewise, bladewise, halfwise, wholewise,? t is done! Good-morrow, lord Sun! With several voice, with ascription one, The woods and the marsh and the sea and my soul Unto thee, whence the glittering stream of all morrows doth roll, Cry good and past-good and most heavenly morrow, lord Sun. O Artisan born in the purple, Workman Heat, Parter of passionate atoms that travail to meet And be mixed in the death-cold oneness, innermost Guest At the marriage of elements, fellow 7 of publicans, blest King in the blouse of flame, that loiterest o er The idle skies, yet laborest fast evermore,