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The morns are meeker than they were -
The nuts are getting brown -
The berry'cheek is plumper -
The rose is out of town.
The Maple wears a gayer scarf -
The field a scarlet gown -
Lest I sh'd be old fashioned
I'll put a trinket on.
13
Sleep is supposed to be
By souls of sanity
The shutting of the eye.
Sleep is the station grand
Down wh', on either hand
The hosts of witness stand!
Morn is supposed to be
By people of degree
The breaking of the Day.
Morning has not occurred!
That shall Aurora be -
East of Eternity -
One with the banner gay -
One in the red array -
That is de break of the day!
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Nobody knows this little Rose -
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it -
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey -
On it's breast to lie -
Only a Bird will wonder -
Only a Breeze will sigh -
Ah Little Rose – how easy
For such as thee to die!
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Whether my bark went down at sea -
Whether she met with gales -
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails -
By what mystic mooring
She is held today -
This is the errand of the eye
Out upon the Bay.
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