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OUT OF THE MORNING.

Will there really be a morning?

Is there such a thing as day?

Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like water-lilies?

Has it feathers like a bird?

Is it brought from famous countries Of which I have never heard?

Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!

Oh, some wise man from the skies!

Please to tell a little pilgrim Where the place called morning lies!