Sunrise

Bliss it is at break of day
To watch the night-mists thin away:
Like wraiths, of light distilled, they seem —
Phantoms of beauty from a forgotten dream.

As if to a new world new-bidden,
The risen sun shines through the gates of heaven;
And, since the meagrest face with joy may shine,
His glory greets the candle-flame in mine.
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