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When dawns some day fairer than other days, And all the mountain passes are aglow With its supernal splendor, and the low, Dim valleys sleeping in the woodland ways Waken to glorious life at morn’s first rays,-- When happy birds sing, and all winds that blow, Laden with seeds of blessing come and go, And earth no secret of her woe betrays,-- Then, O belovèd, when my heart is light And all is well with me, and pain and care Have vanished as a dream of last year’s rose Fades with the passing of a summer night, My soul in ecstasy of love and prayer Cries: “God, I thank thee that he knows, he knows!”