A-s the new morn breaks,
M-idnight passes from view;
I-t's a beautiful day,
K-ind weather comes
A-new.
F-og has just vanished,
A-pril twenty-fourth Monday;
J-oyful beacon rises,
A-s the chill fades away.
R-ainfall has disappeared,
D-awn mends the heartaches;
O-pen your eyes to beacon, as the new morn breaks.
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