Citation - New York Chronicle: 1769.05.15

NYC.769.003
8-15 May 1769:81 (1/2)
ODE, ON THE MORNING.
Sweetest of Blessings, heav'nly Light;
At thy Approach,my Song shall wake;
Whilst all the gloomy Scenes of Night,
To distant Realms their Exit make.
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Then thy shrill Herald lovely Morn,
The sprightly Lark is heard to sing;
Tunes softest Notes his Song t'adorn,
And bids the Woods with Music ring.
How sweet to rise at early dawn,
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