G-ood morning sunshine
R-ises you up from slumber;
A-n early beacon is burning,
C-louds are so white
E-ver.
A-s the Almighty God gives
N-othing but grace and delight;
D-awn in thirtieth January
A-ims to share the
L-ight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem