Good Morning!

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 A Greeting




GOOD morning, Life--and all

Things glad and beautiful.

My pockets nothing hold,

But he that owns the gold,

The Sun, is my great friend--

His spending has no end.




Hail to the morning sky,

Which bright clouds measure high;

Hail to you birds whose throats

Would number leaves by notes;

Hail to you shady bowers,

And you green field of flowers.




Hail to you women fair,

That make a show so rare

In cloth as white as milk--

Be't calico or silk:

Good morning, Life--and all

Things glad and beautiful.




Poet: W.H. Davies

Have a Beautiful Thursday.

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Filed Under: Poems on Thursday, 3 September 2015