Thank you new Morn for offering sweet Dawn
And the First Lights whose genesis from
The very First Grey that was first breathing of the morn
And the new-given Day made the first steps
Climbing with smiles the dew washed stumps of green
Whilst the excitement of the stars that fell had gone
Thank you new Morn for offering these things
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