Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

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Morning has broken,
Like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird;
Praise for the singing,
Praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing
Fresh from the Word.

Sweet the rain's new fall,
Sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall
On the first grass;
Praise for the sweetness,
Of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness
Where His feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight,
Mine is the morning,
Born of the one light
Eden saw play;
Praise with elation,
Praise every morning,
God's re-creation
Of the new day. 

1. Sonnets. 1. Man Cannot Be a Sophist to His Heart
2. Spring-Dawn
3. When You Say
4. Sonnet (About the house go terrible winds in flight)
5. Sonnets. 11. A few of us who faltered as we fared

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