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AIL! morning sun, thus early bright; Welcome, sweet dawn! thou younger day! Through the dark woods that fringe the height Beams forth, e'en now, thy ray.

Bright on the dew, it sparkles clear, Bright on the water's glittering fall, And life, and joy, and health appear, Sweet morning! at thy call.

Now thy fresh breezes lightly spring From beds of fragrance, where they lay, And roving wild on dewy wing, Drive slumber far away.

Fantastic dreams, in swift retreat, Now from each mind withdraw their spell, While the young loves delighted meet, On Rosa's cheek to dwell.