Joy Of The Morning – August 11th

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Joy Of The Morning by Edwin Markham

I hear you, little bird,
Shouting a-swing above the broken wall.
Shout louder yet: no song can tell it all.
Sing to my soul in the deep, still wood:
‘Tis wonderful beyond the wildest word:
I’d tell it, too, if I could.

Oft when the white, still dawn
Lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart,
I’ve felt it like a glory in my heart-
(The world’s mysterious stir)
But had no throat like yours, my bird,
Nor such a listener.

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