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When morning is breaking O'er mountain and dale, And sunlight illumines Our home in the vale. Fresh, soft balmy breezes, The lark's thrilling lay, Are heralds foretelling The gladness of day. |
When ev'ning is closing On mountain and dale, And darkness o'er shadows Our home in the vale. The field flowers drooping, As fast fades the light, Give warning foreboding, The sadness of night. |
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