G-lory of the morning
A-ims to share the light;
Y-ou will feel the warmth,
E-vading the cold dark
N-ight.
R-ising sun July twenty-second
A-ims to show his glow;
M-idnight moon is gone,
A-s she yields to the morrow.
Y-esterday is left behind,
A-s the beacon begins shining;
N-ew dawn has broken, it's the glory of the morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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