No summer morn I ever saw
Brighter than this to be,
A warming sun with golden hues
Blue skies beckoning me.
Dew kissed grass and a wooded yard
The scent of roses sweet,
A lilting breeze teasing the leaves
With a koel's lulling tweet.
No grandiose homes I ever spied
Nor tranquil yard like this,
Have lived in dwellings opulent
But never felt such bliss.
I wish men knew the blessings here
Death's angels mystic touch,
Which lets the inmates rest in peace
The ambiance is such.
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