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Behold how brightly breaks the morning!
Though bleak our lot, our hearts are warm.
James Kenney (1780-1849): Behold how brightly breaks.
Unthinking, idle, wild, and young,
I laugh'd and danc'd and talk'd and sung.
A sound so fine, there 's nothing lives
'Twixt it and silence.
James Sheridan Knowles (1784-1862): Virginius, Act v. Sc. 2.