These feelings in the morning coming
With the night just passed away
Giving something from the tones strumming
To meet the newborn rising day
With every feeling in its summing
Yesterday we had some old news
Those were settled in to our recollection
The remembrances of our own choose
Of every day opportunities direction
That we did experience in win or loose
Each reasoning together wrong or right
That we have still in hours to come
Sketches of dreams in their fast flight
Relevant matters where chances are from
When to a thought they sketch a light
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