When morn-dews glitter at grass's edge
Night's notoriety departs
And ancient worshipping gut weigh
Country women's hearts.
Nor they spare ancient glows
Nor they mistake to turn all human premises
God, whose only bless allows
Hence, to highly wish.
Or, the country's blemish name dissolved
Into morn-birds' resonant call
And where ancient prosperity delved
Do out of it again hale.
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