The Song Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Oh morning come here all newfangled again
To shine here over these greenery hills
When daybreak comes in its freshness stills
From roundness of waves through in fjords glen
Where rebellious of dark had wings of dim
And dreams of obedient from the far deep
In hours of glow less relish thoughts did keep
When shadows were dancing in beaming slim

Oh climb to melody of hope ascending
To bring every hour its radiance shine
Give of love's heart what love is commending
Never again to darkness dwindle or twine
Oh morning of spirit your hours of flame
To give every love song - truly its name