I like the light that’s first and clear
When life is whispering in my ear
Pure and bright, outlined, sharp,
I hear the radiance of the harp;
Each note sparkles in the shine
A clarion call that sparks divine
A face that's squainting in the sunshine.
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sparks divine, thanks, good write.