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Dinah Maria Mulock - A Stream’s Singing
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O HOW beautiful is Morning! 
How the sunbeams strike the daisies, 
And the kingcups fill the meadow 
Like a golden-shielded army 
Marching to the uplands fair;-- 
I am going forth to battle, 
And life`s uplands rise before me, 
And my golden shield is ready, 
And I pause a moment, timing 
My heart`s pæan to the waters, 
As with cheerful song incessant 
Onwards runs the little stream; 
Singing ever, onward ever, 
Boldly runs the merry stream. 

O how glorious is Noon-day! 
With the cool large shadows lying 
Underneath the giant forest, 
The far hill-tops towering dimly 
O`er the conquered plains below;-- 
I am conquering--I shall conquer 
In life`s battle-field impetuous: 
And I lie and listen dreamy 
To a double-voiced, low music,-- 
Tender beech-trees sheeny shiver 
Mingled with the diapason 
Of the strong, deep, joyful stream, 
Like a man`s love and a woman`s; 
So it runs--the happy stream! 

O how grandly cometh Even, 
Sitting on the mountain summit, 
Purple-vestured, grave, and silent, 
Watching o`er the dewy valleys, 
Like a good king near his end:-- 
I have labored, I have governed; 
Now I feel the gathering shadows 
Of the night that closes all things: 
And the fair earth fades before me, 
And the stars leap out in heaven, 
While into the infinite darkness 
Solemn runs the steadfast stream-- 
Onward, onward, ceaseless, fearless, 
Singing runs the eternal stream.
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