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F.J. Millard
I. On awaking.
Bij 't Ontwaken, III, blz. 111.

Merry sunshine, morning light,

On my window panes you glitter,

With such golden colours bright,

And my feather'd songsters twitter;

Thankful then, indeed, I may,

Praise thee, Lord, for this fine day.

Lo! at night repose is sought,

Rest I find, exempt from sorrow;

And by every one 't is thought:

Sure the sun will shine to morrow!

No one thinks ‘perhaps, in vain,

He'll be called to rise again.’

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No one thinks ‘perhaps, o Sun,

 

When thy next rays shine bright beaming,

 

My own race may then be run,

 

After dozing, sleeping, dreaming’....

 

Therefore, lovely morning-light,

 

Hail I thee, with thankful sight.