Out of the turbid pool of Night
Out of the turbid pool of Night,
Out of the storm and gloom,
Morn, like a lily, pure and white,
Blossoms within my room.
Out of our bosom's hopeless Night,
Out of the rack and ruth,
Perchance may spring to life and light,
Lilies of love and truth.
Out of the storm and gloom,
Morn, like a lily, pure and white,
Blossoms within my room.
Out of our bosom's hopeless Night,
Out of the rack and ruth,
Perchance may spring to life and light,
Lilies of love and truth.
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