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MUSIC OF THE DAWN
At Sea, October 23, 1907
In far forests' leafy twilight, now is stealing gray
dawn's shy light,
And the misty air is tremulous with songs of many a
bird;
While from mountain steeps descending, every streamlet's voice is
blending
With the anthems of great pine trees, by the breath of daylight
stirred.
But I turn from Fancy's dreaming of the green earth, to the gleaming
Of
the fluttering wings of morning rushing o'er the jewelled deep;
And the
ocean's rhythmic pounding, with each lucent wave resounding,
Seems the music
made when God's own hands His mighty harpstrings sweep.
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
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