D-arkness will disappear
O-nce it fades into the night;
N-o more mist in the air,
N-ew dawn sets things
A-right.
A-fter the rain has gone,
V-ery well we know the blessing;
I-t's the heaven that shows
S-unshine in the morning.
A-fter the chill walks away,
D-usk is a thing of the past;
O-nce it drifts into the gray, twilight will never last.
G-ood weather we enjoy,
O-ne clime that is fair, ;
N-ovember seventh morn,
Z-enith warms the air.
A-llow the beacon to emit
L-ights that see the meaning;
E-arly rise lets you behold
S-unshine in the morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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