Zig zag lane

O now the crimson east its fire streak burning
Tempts me to wander neath the blushing morn
Winding the zig zag lane turning & turning
As winds the crooked fences wilderd thorn
O wheres the eye can gaze upon the dawn
That flushes yon blue sky of cloudless heaven
& gilds the prospect round below—what eye
Can look upon the beautys morn has given
& look unmovd, sure neer a soul thats living
The soul must be extinct who passes bye

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