NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS "The morning hangs its signal Upon the mountain's crest, While all the sleeping valleys In silent darkness rest; From peak to peak it flashes, It laughs along the sky That the crowning day is coming, by and by! We can see the rose of morning, A glory in the sky, And that splendor on the hill-tops O'er all the land shall lie. Above the generations The lonely prophets rise,-- The Truth flings dawn and day-star Within their glowing eyes; From heart to heart it brightens, It draweth ever nigh, Till it crowneth all men…
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