Joy's Overtone
The morning spreads great wings of light
O'er sea and sod,
And breathes to the awakening soul
The sense of God.
The air is one that bends the flower
Or storms the oak,
So art and love are one in all
Us human folk.
O'er sea and sod,
And breathes to the awakening soul
The sense of God.
The air is one that bends the flower
Or storms the oak,
So art and love are one in all
Us human folk.
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