R-ise of the beacon begins,
O-n twenty-ninth December;
S-hadows have faded,
E-ven the inclement weather.
A-llow Thursday to come,
R-eplacing Wednesday night;
E-arly morn has broken,
V-iew above sets things aright.
A-s you wake from slumber,
L-et the sun start to shine;
O-pen both your eyes to see the promising sign.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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