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Show 102 THE LIBERTY DELL. ln:IJe .morning ~list. BY T. w. UIOOINBON. TrrE mist that like a dim soft pall was lying, :Mingling tho gray sea with tho low gray sky, Floats upward now ; the sunny breeze is sighing, And Youth stands palo before his destiny. 0 passionate heart of Youth ! Each heaving wave in summons stem is crying, Thou canst delay, but never shun replyiog, It callB thee living or it calli thee dying, Though all tho Beauty fade before the glare of Truth. THE MORNING l'IUST. 103 Thou wandercst onward neath th 1 . < e so emn mornmg. It seems like mid-day ere the sun rides high . ' The soft mist fades, whose shadowy adorning ' W rapt in a dreamy haze tho earth and sky ; The Ocean lies before 1 0 thou art lost if thou discard tho warning To make hot day moro fair than fairest daw nm. g, Till eve look back serenely on tho morning When Youth stood trembling on tho ocean shore. Worceator,Mw. |