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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.
William Henry Davies
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Comments about this poem (A Greeting
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William Henry Davies
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Sylva Portoian (2/26/2010 12:11:00 AM)
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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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