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Will there really be a ′′morning′′?
Is there such a thing as ′′Day′′?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?

 

Has it feet like Water lilies?
Has it feathers like a Bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?

 

Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!
Oh some Wise Man from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called ′′morning′′ lies!

Great Caesar! Condescend

The Daisy, to receive,

Gathered by Cato′s Daughter,

With your majestic leave!