Oh, the morn is bright and the song is gay That flows from each tuneful throat, While the storms and snows of yesterday Are forgot in the birds' clear note; And joyous the song each heart may sing That sees God's love in everything. Oh, life is sweet, now the way looks clear And each day in gladness breaks; For the dream-clouds melt with their ghosts of fear As each to the truth awakes, Singing the song that all may sing Who see Love mirrored in everything.
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