MATIN.Thegleam of light that passes o'erThe world ere dawn of day;That, faintly flashing, shines beforeThe darkness is away:Is not the smile of morn, in brightAnd deeply glorious lines;'Tis the first presage of its light,The morning star that shines.
Thegleam of light that passes o'erThe world ere dawn of day;That, faintly flashing, shines beforeThe darkness is away:Is not the smile of morn, in brightAnd deeply glorious lines;'Tis the first presage of its light,The morning star that shines.
Thegleam of light that passes o'erThe world ere dawn of day;That, faintly flashing, shines beforeThe darkness is away:Is not the smile of morn, in brightAnd deeply glorious lines;'Tis the first presage of its light,The morning star that shines.
Thegleam of light that passes o'erThe world ere dawn of day;That, faintly flashing, shines beforeThe darkness is away:
Thegleam of light that passes o'er
The world ere dawn of day;
That, faintly flashing, shines before
The darkness is away:
Is not the smile of morn, in brightAnd deeply glorious lines;'Tis the first presage of its light,The morning star that shines.
Is not the smile of morn, in bright
And deeply glorious lines;
'Tis the first presage of its light,
The morning star that shines.