Still, still with thee

Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh, when the bird waketh,
and the shadows flee; fairer than morning, lovelier than daylight, dawns
the sweet consciousness, I am with thee. Alone with thee, amid the
mystic shadows, the solemn hush of nature newly born; alone with thee
in breathless adoration, in the calm dew and freshness of the morn. Still,
still with thee, as to each newborn morning, a fresh and solemn splendor
still is given, so does this blessed consciousness, awaking, breathe each
day nearness unto thee and heaven. So shall it be at last, in that bright
morning, when the soul waketh and life’s shadows flee; O in that hour,
fairer than daylight dawning, shall rise the glorious thought, I am with

–Harriet Beacher Stowe (1811-1896)


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