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Show Good Morning! (Catholic Standard. and Times. 1 Day dawns and bids the blushing sky "Good morning." The flute-voiced birds tcke up the cry: "Good morning." And nearer home, beneath the eaves. The gnarled old maple's tender leaves That shivered in the midnight rain Now whisper at my window pane: "Good morning." The genial sun peeps o'er the hill And laughs across my window sill. Eyes quiver under sleepy lids This is the King himself who bids "Good morning." I rise and open the window wide The sun-kissed breezes charge and ride Straight through the breach in merry rout And scale the walls and fairly shout: "Good morning." They make me captive to the King, They pluck at me and bid me sing Their paean to the Golden Day, Whose conquering slogan is their gay "Good morning." They frolic here, they scamper there, They clutch the singing birds in air, I On all the world their music beats Until the captive world repeats: "Good morning." ( Heart calls to heart. The surly wight. Who scorned his neighbor yesternight, With smiling visage stops to greet That neighbor in the busy street: "Good morning." ' O joyous day. O smile of God. To hearten all who toil and plod. We hail thee, Conquerer and King. We hug our golden chains and sing: "Good morning.' |