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MORNING by Victor Hugo
     ("L'aurore s'allume.")

     {XX. a, December, 1834.}
     Morning glances hither,
       Now the shade is past;
     Dream and fog fly thither
       Where Night goes at last;
     Open eyes and roses
     As the darkness closes;
     And the sound that grows is
       Nature walking fast.

     Murmuring all and singing,
       Hark! the news is stirred,
     Roof and creepers clinging,
       Smoke and nest of bird;
     Winds to oak-trees bear it,
     Streams and fountains hear it,
     Every breath and spirit
       As a voice is heard.

     All takes up its story,
       Child resumes his play,
     Hearth its ruddy glory,
       Lute its lifted lay.
     Wild or out of senses,
     Through the world immense is
     Sound as each commences
       Schemes of yesterday.

     W.M. HARDINGE.

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