Morn On the Wing
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O hark, the gulls have come to pray
For this, the start of one new morn
Behold, such virgin days, thus born
From womb of night on cradled cay
A lemon-drop sun to daub the sky
And blush this day with kisses, shy
O hark, the gulls have come to pray.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2019
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