A Greeting Poem by William Henry Davies

A Greeting

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Good morning, Life--and all
Things glad and beautiful.
My pockets nothing hold,
But he that owns the gold,
The Sun, is my great friend--
His spending has no end.

Hail to the morning sky,
Which bright clouds measure high;
Hail to you birds whose throats
Would number leaves by notes;
Hail to you shady bowers,
And you green field of flowers.

Hail to you women fair,
That make a show so rare
In cloth as white as milk--
Be't calico or silk:
Good morning, Life--and all
Things glad and beautiful.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
zamzam abdullahi 13 July 2018

hi Davis grate saying and wonderful poem congratulation to your good work.

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Sylva Portoian 26 February 2010

Hi Davis, Nice to say, 'The sun is my great friend' and I will add to complete the day, 'And the moon is our night friend Thy wishes us have dreamy-rest.' Congratulatins for your optimistic poems.

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