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<h2> ‘TIS MORNING NOW </h2>
<p>‘Tis morning now, and dreams and fears are gone,<br/>
And sleep has calmed the fever in my veins,<br/>
And I am strong to drink the cup that drains<br/>
The last drop through my lips, and make no moan.<br/>
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Strength I have borrowed from the outward show<br/>
Of spiritual puissance thou dost wear.<br/>
Shall I not thy high domination share<br/>
Over the shock of feeling? Shall I grow<br/>
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More fearful than the soldier, when between<br/>
The smoke of hostile cannon lies his way;<br/>
To carry far the colours of his queen,<br/>
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While her bright eyes behold him in the fray?<br/>
Here do I smile between the warring hosts<br/>
Of sad farewells; and reek not what it costs.<br/></p>
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