Living Deeply, Reading Deeply
"O Come, thou Dayspring, come and cheer Our Spirits by thine advent here. Disperse the gloomy clouds of night And death's dark shadows...
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And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward springs
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Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings
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