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Morning fair
Morning fair
Greetings to this morning fair,
And good-bye to dreams of fancy,
Hello to signs of forgotten times
Here tied to our kingdoms passing;
Though we hear a word for passions spent,
We mourn its quick demise
Far beyond a flickering star
Feel the time when daylight brakes
Into a mountains silver beauty,
And sound the words of poet’s thought
In this time of change;
Let come the worth to this naked earth
As a crimson sunlight shines
Into this morning fair
By M.Norton
marklnorton@shaw.ca
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