I wake up every dawn and greet the rising sun
Wondrous, with wonder thundering within me solemn
Chirping birds rouse in me sleeping gods benign
With attendant angels urging me to utterances real human
Yet I feel overwhelmed, awed, subdued and withdrawn
Slight strains of pain break out from within recurrent
Suddenly it dawns upon me: it is human to be a celebrant
Celebrate yourself, O Man, sing madrigals magnificent
Discover something refreshingly new in the familiar, eternally set
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