One morning early, as I woke, I felt

— One morning early, as I woke, I felt
Love round me and within me — so I knelt
— Not praying nor thanksgiving, only sure
— That He Who feeds the raven and the dove,
— Would let me hear the secret song of love,
And bless me as He blessed His happy poor.
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