I. TILL, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh, STILL When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee; Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight, Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with thee. 2. As in the dawning, o'er the waveless ocean, Thine image in the waters of my breast. 3. When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber, 4. So shall it be at last, in that bright morning HARRIET BEECHER STOWE, 1812 |