M-ake the new morn break
A-fter the chill of the night;
R-ise of the sun begins,
Y-our birth brings much delight.
G-ood greeting I write,
R-egard and wish I send;
A-s God showers His love,
C-ount the blessings without
E-nd.
P-ure gladness you find,
R-oad that leads to heaven;
I-n spite of woes and throes,
A-nother grace in June
S-even.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem