MORNING OF LIFE.

Sweet morning of life, like the dawning day,

Like the sparkling waves on a sunkissed shore,

That ripple and dance in the sun’s warm ray,

Breathing love, joy and gladness ever more;

Now dreaming of castles so grand and high,

On bays o’er looking a wonderful sea,

Where bright groves of orange and myrtle lie,

On wooded heights filled with sweet melody.

For there the full voiced songsters as they fly,

Sing and warble their love from tree to tree,

While sparkling fountains splash, glisten, then sigh,

In huge basins of stone carved daintily;

The cool murm’ring wind and the bird’s soft trill,

The babbling brook on its way to the sea,

Oh, sweet morning of life stay with us still,

Through the sterner hours keep us good and free.

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THOUGHTS OF RIGHTEOUSNESS OR EVIL: WHICH SHALL IT BE?

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