Day-Break
As soft the crimson flushes
As soft the crimson flushes
Beneath the star of morn,
And Luna, deep in blushes,
Veils-in her silver horn;
So comes Love's early streaming
In colors warm and bright,
And Hope, the day-star, beaming,
Hides in the rosy light.
Like the full splendors flashing
In streams of lucid gold,
And silver brilliance dashing,
When Day's broad gates unfold;
So false illusions drowning
In the clear transparent ray,
Hope's strangest visions crowning,
Bursts forth the Bridal-day.
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