H-ow many things the morn brings,
E-ven the daybreak can do;
N-umerous blessings are brought,
R-efreshing the life in
Y-ou.
T-he new morn's unlimited
O-ffers come sixteenth of April;
L-et them bathe the Sunday,
E-liminating the night chill.
N-ice and warm beacon rises
T-o brighten my acrostic verse;
I-t's one of the fresh
N-ew morn's many
O-ffers.
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