R-ays from the beacon
E-nd ere eventide;
E-xciting event has come,
N-ight moon shall not hide.
S-unday evening delight
I-s brought to your birth;
N-ineteenth of merry March,
S-avor the million mirth.
U-nderneath the dark lane,
A-lmighty God gives His love;
T-he sky shows the twinkling lights, look at the stars above.
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