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Morning has broken,
Like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken,
Like the first bird

Praise for the singing,
Praise for the morning
Praise for the springing
Fresh from the world

Sweet the rain’s new fall,
Sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall,
On the first grass

Praise for the sweetness
Of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness
Where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight,
Mine is the morning
Born of the one light,
Eden saw play

Praise with elation,
Praise every morning
God’s recreation
of the new day