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Enquire within upon everything
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Robert Kemp Philp
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The
breath
of
the
morning
is
sweet;
The
earth
is
bespangled
with
flowers,
And
buds
in
a
countless
array
Have
ope'd
at
the
touch
of
the
showers.
The
birds,
whose
glad
voices
are
ever
A
music
delightful
to
hear,
Seem
to
welcome
the
joy
of
the
morning,
As
the
hour
of
the
bridal
draws
near.
What
is
that
which
now
steals
on
my
first,
Like
a
sound
from
the
dreamland
of
love,
And
seems
wand'ring
the
valleys
among,
That
they
may
the
nuptials
approve?
'Tis
a
sound
which
my
second
explains,
And
it
comes
from
a
sacred
abode,
And
it
merrily
trills
as
the
villagers
throng
To
greet
the
fair
bride
on
her
road.
How
meek
is
her
dress,
how
befitting
a
bride
So
beautiful,
spotless,
and
pure!
When
she
weareth
my
second,
oh,
long
may
it
be
Ere
her
heart
shall
a
sorrow
endure.
See
the
glittering
gem
that
shines
forth
from
her
hair--
'Tis
my
whole,
which
a
good
father
gave;
Twas
worn
by
her
mother
with
honour
before--
But
she
sleeps
in
peace
in
her
grave.
Twas
her
earnest
request,
as
she
bade
them
adieu,
That
when
her
dear
daughter
the
altar
drew
near,
She
should
wear
the
same
gem
that
her
mother
had
worn
When
she
as
a
bride
full
of
promise
stood
there.
The
answer
is
Ear-ring.
The
bells
ring,
the
sound
steals
upon
the
ear,
and
the
bride
wears
an
ear
ring.
Charades
may
be
sentimental
or
humorous,
in
poetry
or
prose;
they
may
also
be
acted,
in
which
manner
they
afford
considerable
amusement.
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