Morning

By Anonymous

Darkness is banished and morning is here;
Gilding the heavens the sunbeams appear.

Songs of thanksgiving arise in the air;
Blossoms their beauty and perfume prepare

Dewdrops like diamonds flash on the grass
Bees in the meadows all hum as they pass.

Nature awaketh to gladden our heart,
For in her joyfulness all take a part.

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