Hear the voice of the Brad!
Who Present, Past, and Future sees;
Whose ears have heard
The Holy Word,
That walked among the ancient trees;

Calling the lapsed Soul
And weeping in the evening dew;
That might control
The starry pole,
And fallen, fallen light anew!

"O Earth, O Earth return!
Arise from out the dewy grass;
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the slumberous mass.

"Turn away no more:
Why wilt thou turn away
The starry floor
The wat'ry shore
Is given thee till the break of day."


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