J-ust let the Sunday morn
O-pen the day after the night;
N-ew dawn has broken,
G-iving both warmth and light.
M-irth March nineteenth
O-bliterates the sad shadow;
R-ise of the beacon begins,
A-iming to bathe the meadow.
L-ight above the horizon
E-liminates the chill;
S-hining sun-rays in the sky speak a thousand thrill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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