Sad soul, take comfort, nor forget
O happy, happy morning! O dear, familiar place!
That sunrise never failed us yet.
Celia Thaxter
O warm, sweet tears of Heaven, fast falling on my face!
O well-remembered, rainy wind, blow all my care away,
That I may be a child again this blissful morn of May.
Celia Thaxter
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