| Morning has broken like the first morning. |
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Blackbird has spokven like the first bird. |
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Praise for the singing, 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, sunlight 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, mine is the morning, |
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born of the one light Eden saw play. |
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Praise with ealtion, praise every morning, |
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God's recreation of the new day. |
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