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288 D-EVOTION.AL. A' MORNING HYMN. WHz? morn's returning beams inspire. The birds' enraptured lays, How glows my mind to wake "the lyre, And join the general praise ! While nature's choristers rejoice Thy blessings, Lord, to share, And tune for thee each rival voice, Shall mine be wanting there ? And they, howe'er their/?ansport soars, Can song 'alone impart; But, while my tbngue thy name adores, More vocal be my heart !. How sweet from every herb and flower That freshen'd fragrance steals, Known only when the morning hour It's dewy light reveals! ......... ?Google