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Chapter XIII

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With speechless lips she questions the chill blaze:
Behold the sun returns; that brighter flush
Were surely day? Yet she mistrusts her gaze
Though the light widens and with lordly rush
The sun bursts forth in morning’s youthful blush
And floods the heaven with rays.

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The poems of Thomas Gordon HakeChapter XIII

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