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At break of day when shadows fly / And still the earth is white with dew, / When light soft mists on hillside lie / And, stirring purple meadows thro', / The morning wind moves like a sigh, / Oh I awake then quietly! / Earth's sullied things draw never nigh / When thus the day from God is new / And from a dim far place on high / On the chaste line of day and night / Where holy thoughts the souls imbue / Who wake, praise God, keep pure, walk right / A boon comes... is't not blest that I / Walk thus thro' fields of God with you / At break of day when shadows fly?