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Morning has broken like the
first morning
Blackbird has spoken like
the first bird
Praise for the singing
praise for the morning
Praise for them springing
fresh from the world
Sweet the rains new fall
sunlit from heaven
Like the first dew-fall on
the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of
the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where
his feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight Mine is
the morning.
Born of the One Light Eden
saw play
Praise with elation praise
every morning
God's re-creation of the new
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