I hope to use my blog to share my poetry and the words of the wise ...
DAWN Tinted like a tangerine, the dawn, Amid all God’s mights, the fairest sight; Child of that prime primeval light, The Absolute from which All is born. Jet night, dispatched by Sun’s uprising, Has yielded up her birthplace to the morn, Clothed in glory, golden robes she’s worn, To herald new day’s grace; oft surprising! [Alan Jacobs]
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