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How fair, how bright, how beauteous all,
As nature's matin festival
Breaks on his 'raptured sense;
With thoughtful brow, with feeling heart,
In that blest choir he bears a part,
And hails Omnipotence!

That bright, that beauteous day must fade.
Again in evening's cloudy shade
That brilliant sun must set—
But joy, and gratitude,and love,
On which his soul hath soared above,
Oh! these will linger yet—

And sweetly, 'midst the gloom of night,
As flies that vision from his sight,
And darkness veils the earth—
Shall whisper of that future day,
Which gives a sun of fadeless ray
To man's immortal birth.