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The night hardly covers the face of the sky, / But the darkness is drawn / Like a veil o'er the heaven these nights in July, / A veil rent at dawn, / When with exquisite tremors the poplar leaves quiver, / And a breeze like a kiss wakes the slumbering river, / And the light in the east keener grows -- clearer grows, / Till the edge of the clouds turn from pearl into rose, / And o'er the hill's shoulder -- the night wholly past -- / The sun peeps at last!
Come out! there's a freshness that thrills like a song, / That soothes like a sleep; / And the scent of wild thyme on the air borne along, / Where the downs slope up steep.
There's such dew on the earth and such lights in the heaven, / Lost joys are forgotten, old sorrows forgiven, / And the old earth looks new -- and our hearts seem new-born, / And stripped of the cere-clothes which long they have worn -- / And hope and brave purpose awaken anew / 'Mid the sunshine and dew.