IN MORNING-LAND.
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In morning-land the radiant, rosy skies Each moment gleam with some new-born surprise, Or flush with dawning hope; the balmy air Is laden with a thousand perfumes rare And thrilled with chords of strange, sweet melodies. On that blest shore, which all around us lies, Peace reigns supreme, and joyous carols rise From every shaded copse and pleasaunce fair In Morning-land. Knowst thou the land? Wherever friendly eyes Beam faith and constancy; where true love flies, Glad tidings of good-will and peace to bear; Where service is divine, God everywhere,— There dawns the perfect day that never dies In Morning-land.
