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Lo! from the peak
Where the red rowan clings,
Softly the day descends,
Trying her wings;
Hares shake the copses,
And larks brush the leaves,
And swallows stir lightly
Beneath the broad eaves;
The bird is awakening
His song on the tree;
Bird of my morning,
Wake music for me!
Where the red rowan clings,
Softly the day descends,
Trying her wings;
Hares shake the copses,
And larks brush the leaves,
And swallows stir lightly
Beneath the broad eaves;
The bird is awakening
His song on the tree;
Bird of my morning,
Wake music for me!
